“How about the boys?” he asked.

She laughed a bit, and said, “boys are distraction”. And looked at me, smiled, “right, Vivi?”

I thought she forgot my name, then I laughed too, agreed.

How does it feel to have all your life figured out? I know, not for long, though. Before another thing, again.

In life, sometimes you’ll reach certain age, where you need to figure out everything by yourself. Where you need to have sense of what you do, and put meaning to it. Where you finally decided that all your choices end up to one thing.

Journey to the future is something rich, and it takes you places.

You know what you want to do, after this, and another one after that. You have all the pictures, where you’ll stand, what kind of person you’ll be, and how you get there. Everything is so clear and feels like it is right there in your hand because you know what you want and how you want it. But that kind of thing takes time, you know. You don’t get the whole idea all of sudden. There are steps to get there, where you were with all that. And it wasn’t such a fun journey.

Then something else come along.

There are few more things add to your table, more cards, more drinks. Your table, that once was neat before needs to make some space to have all those. So how would you do it? Eliminate the things that were there before, or refuse the new ones?—if only it is that simple. Your move, your call.

Decisions are made, and you have no one but yourself, so what now?