Marlliver's travels

I admire the folks who refer to changes in their lives as chapters. After considering the term, half drunk on a plane to Miami at an elevation of 39,000 feet, I decide that I like the connotation and shall now refer to changes in my life as endings of chapters and beginnings of new ones.  Who says you must retain the exact same group of friends throughout your entire life and put up with them because you've "known them forever"?  I had a conversation with kev recently about how I identify myself as a nomad when it comes to friends. I am progressive, I don't like to stay in one spot for too long unless it should be the perfect spot.  I am happy to announce that at a spritely yet exhausted 26 years old  I have come to the realization that I am happy with the people that surround me and my innate virgo need to please others should be securely fastened and tucked safely into the overhead compArtment when The going gets ugly! Shit, after another sip of my in flight spirit I've forgotten the subsequent point I wanted to make. It was an excellent one, or so the booze led me to believe. Well anyway, letting go is much harder than holding on. Letting go is NOT the easy way out.  Some people, I think, might just be the type that go with the bare minimum in friendship and give u just enough to keep holding on, or they know that the good ole days were so fantastic that you'll never consider abandoning them.  But with age and vigil observations I have learned that nobody enjoys this type of partnership and the thrill and liberation of letting go is much more satisfying than waiting around for an absolution.  Absolution. I learned that word from the movie titanic.  Old lady rose talked about it and I instantly understood the meaning and the fact that no one appreciated waiting around in limbo.  I wonder if e little in flight free headphones colors of blue and red have any relation to the political parties? I'm not well informed on the subject but I know one of e colors corresponds to the left. I've come to learn that the views I have in this world are quite similar to those that people categorize as left. I don't get offended when people stereotype me because I realize it is human nature to categorize and compartmentalize one another, but I am also very proud to know in my heart that I've beat many statistics and snooty assholes can kiss my ass.  I don't really know yet what I'm meant to do in this world and.  This life.  I know I want. To teach and spend timed with children. I want to travel an learn a smorgasbord of foreign languages. I want to act and share my comedy/sense of humor with the world.  I keep reading these books that speak to me and I become curious if writing should be something to attempt. I particularly enjoy learning of reporters turned novelists and I feel as though the stories I have in my head and my experiences must be interesting to someone!  What is yor extremely unique, intelligent, and individualistic life for if not to showcase your talents and acquire all the praise and recognition fathomable so that when u die, you feel accomplished.  Providing for and raising your family is no lackluster feat, but it's expected of everybody regardless of intelligence, talent, and merit, so WITH shaping and molding the minds of our future generations and living happily eve after with our spouses, what else are you capable of? What would utterly an completely fulfill your dreams??