Sometimes I stay up till three in the night and have a multitude of thoughts in my mind. One of them very predominantly is, what I am going to do with my life. I’m in class 11th, I’m 16 years old. In a year will be writing the one thing that will most probably define, decide and describe what I am going to do with my life. It’s cold and I have psychology work to complete. (there that is all that is going on in my head)
My biggest worry now is whether I’ll be able to do without a hoodie for dinner and my responsibility is to drink my milk. I live a good life, have good friends, get to do what I like. I’m better off than most kids my age. I need to commit less hours to studies than certain kids. I don’t need to work. I’m a pampered kid. I could say a million things about my current scenario and to think of it my whole life has been a salad day filled with a few wilted greens.
I live the lucky life.
These are my salad days.