Today I was having this nice short conversation with a friend at luch time. Talking about random stuffs from A to Z, typical of girls talk. But then we somehow talking about work.
She was just being promoted to be a permanent staff at the company we were both worked in as an intern. She told me about the process and there I realize when this one question appear.
"What will I be in the next 2 years?"
I feel like I've been hit by a giant truck full with ashpalt to fill the road. Hot and heavy. I was like realize I have no future plans for my life. I think that "just go with the flow" would get me something like something to answer. But no. Go with the flow wasn't an answer for that question. That's the way to the answer. And the answer? I don't know. Honestly, as stupid as you might think I am, yeah, I still don't know. All I could think was I just wanted to be a better me than before in my next time.
But then again, is just "Being a better me" enough? Once again, no. What would you do to make you better than before, then you dumbass? I thought. I have no destination.
Yeah, as hard as I think it is to where should I park my car, I need to think where would I park my car.
