Is it okayy.. - to not know what u want out of life!? (Jan/15/2007 )
Heya!
Is it okayy.. to not know what u want out of life!? Or m i the only one..?
I feel lost.. can't find any sign boards.. r they thr!? 
Nothing excites me enough these days! Is it just that I'm hardly any confident? What do i do?!
Thnksssss.
May be its this age and time of life we tend to think like that. Some think of life and some think of wife.
I am also very confused . . . I don't expect anything from life; just that I don't regret dying someday thinking 'wish I had one more day to live'.
And confidence. . . I have tonnes of that. I have confidence of doing things that I am sure I will never be able to do . . . I like failure more than success . . . may be addicted to that (I get kick from failure) . . . just that others worry about my failure. But, what to do with such confidence? I can't cook it up and eat.
i think it is a shame not to know what you want to do with your life when you have reached 100 years 
until then relax, just live and learn! 
The lyrics to Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen, by Mary Schmich:
Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
exerts from not the sunscreen song lyrics by john saffran:
If you're unsure about what you're going to do with your life try to remember some of the most interesting people didn't know what theywere going to do at age 22 or even at 40, and nearly all of them are unemployed drug addicts forced to live on cat food.
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Get to really know your parents - they're good for money.
Milk them, then put them in an old people's home. Travel as often as youcan. Live in New York City once. Live in northern California once. Never live in Adelaide - it's a hole.
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Maybe you'll marry. Maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children. Maybe you won't. If you do have children,
lock them under the stairs.
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Wear sunscreen, but only if its that coconut oil that gives you cancer.
used to love that song. thanx for the lyrics 
That was nice one Vetticus. Thank U so much.
I will remember this line. . . I was already balding from late teens . . so by the time I reach 40, I will have nothing to look like that of 85. Poor me!
That was nice one Vetticus. Thank U so much.
I will remember this line. . . I was already balding from late teens . . so by the time I reach 40, I will have nothing to look like that of 85. Poor me!
So young and already in midlife crisis...or is it a side-effect of your Phd work?
The song text is strange, after first read I loved them, but after the second read I believe that Mary Schmich has commited suicide.
Or she's a serial killer or whatever. It is too perfect, only a false front.
That was nice one Vetticus. Thank U so much.
I will remember this line. . . I was already balding from late teens . . so by the time I reach 40, I will have nothing to look like that of 85. Poor me!
So young and already in midlife crisis...or is it a side-effect of your Phd work?
The song text is strange, after first read I loved them, but after the second read I believe that Mary Schmich has commited suicide.
Or she's a serial killer or whatever. It is too perfect, only a false front.
It is a side effect.
Also causes premature aging...
The song text is strange, after first read I loved them, but after the second read I believe that Mary Schmich has commited suicide.
Or she's a serial killer or whatever. It is too perfect, only a false front.
that song is a little bit too saccrine for me... it came out just when i finished high school, and was played constantly. i prefer to take a little from schmich and a little from saffran. that makes a nice balance.
V