It's not that easy. I know.

I always seem to rush my life. I always long to be independent, waking up in the morning with only I to bother myself, earning and spending my own money, making decisions of my own and facing the effects of these, and doing everything and anything I wanna do without limits. I wanna live life.
But of course, it's not that easy. Life isn't that perfect, is it? Not every fantasy comes true. Not every want, need and aspiration can be yours. Not everything can be achieved.
Waking up in the morning without anyone bothering would make me feel empty. Earning and spending my own money has its own woes too. Budgeting, saving, priorities. Making decisions of your own is just tough; a second opinion would always be needed and you can't always reach those who can guide you well. A limitless life would just be too tempting. It would be too liberal, too loose and extremely prone to failure.

I guess I'm not ready yet. Who is? Even the most prepared, when times comes, fail. Even the most well-planned and organized tend to be ruined by circumstances. Even those little things which seem to have no margin for errors, are in fact, at times, full of ridicule.

As much as I want to, I have to face it. I have to wait. I have to get myself trained and ready, for when the time comes that I'd want to be free, I wouldn't want to cry out in pain, wishing to be back to my plain, dependent life again.