Of Mice And Men.

I think I've been living my life wrong. See, I have this crazy imagination -- I let my dreams run wild, get caught up in the beauty of how infinite the possibilities of my future are, then crash into a wall the second the tiniest flicker of doubt enters my mind. Not the doubt that I may not succeed -- the doubt that I may be wasting my time going after something I don't want. It's not that I'm fickle -- just curious. Open minded. Eager to live my life, but confused about how I'm supposed to be living it. I know what advice any sensible person would give me: enjoy your life and stop worrying so much. You're still young, you have plenty of time to figure out what you want and who you are. But what if I make a mistake? What if I go down a one way road that leads to a life that I could never be proud of? I know I'm being dramatic. I know that the future can only be planned up to a certain extent, and that even "the best laid plans...often go astray." But we only have one chance to live, and I guess I'm scared that I won't get it right. I can only hope that my tendency to dream too much will one day land me where I'm meant to be.