I started in February, and now in July, I passed the driving test. I didn’t leave it halfway as I did about 26 years ago. The actual learning starts now. I had a lot of problems with the gears. In the driving test, the test person (or whatever they’re called) said I had used gear one on the motorway. I didn’t notice. I thought it was the 3rd gear. I didn’t have problems with them the last time I went to driving school. The parking wasn’t easy either. I am surprised I passed. It didn’t feel I deserved it. I felt numb, actually. The main thing was to get a drivers license, and I did. Now I have to learn how to drive my dad’s car. At least I know how the windows work. I opened them by mistake in the driving test, and I didn’t know how to close them—darn buttons. I had only driven the car and never used buttons on the vehicle. The vehicle of the school was newer than my dad’s. It’s more manual. If you want to drive an automatic, then you need to take a course on that separately. That means more expense. I already paid over 1000 euro for this course, so that should be enough.
I will still walk and use a bike. You can’t become lazy because you have a driver’s license. You need to keep in shape somehow. If I want to go somewhere further, then I can take the car. Especially if the weather is hot as it has been for ages now. Cycling is not fun when it’s like that. A car also has air conditioning, so it’s good too. I’m glad I achieved this. I also don’t need to go to driving lessons anymore. I have to learn to drive all by myself. It’s a bit unsettling since I haven’t driven alone before. It does help a bit for having driven a car before. When I had driving lessons, it was the teacher who said which way to go. I want to know where I’m going beforehand. I didn’t stop halfway like I do in most things. I’m really proud of myself for getting that license. I wish I didn’t stop halfway with other things. It usually ends before it even starts. I rather bump into trouble with life things than bumping into something with a car. Then the damage would cause true problems.
Courage is to be yourself despite what other’s think
Courage to do things your way
Courage is not about doing crazy things
Courage comes from daily life
Courage is to live your life alone
Courage is about staying true to yourself
Courage to live your life differently from others
Courage is standing for what you believe in
Courage is to show the society you dare to be different
Courage comes in many forms so never think otherwise
Life is full of choices. So many it makes my head spin. But sometimes you have to compromise. Nothing is written in stone though. You are allowed to change your mind.
I don’t know how many times I’ve done that. I never seem to find anything I stick with. It’s because I have so many things I like. It’s getting even worse as I get older. What I disliked when I was younger, I find the interest in it now. If it’s about music I like or movie genres. The problem with it is that some people don’t care about the same things I do. Especially when it comes to social media. I really find it difficult to post things there because I feel it’s all useless. I don’t think anyone really cares. I’ve thought a lot of times to leave it. But sometimes I do get reactions and it doesn’t feel so bad. In the end, it’s not about the people. I would still be on social media and other formats. I do it for me and what comes after that is just a bonus.
It’s not that I’m not loyal. I’m very but to a lot of different things. As I mentioned before on this blog, I get bored easily. That’s a reason I could never work in an office. I need something to motivate my mind. I can sit still for a very long time but I still need to do something else for a change. Sometimes it’s frustrating that I can’t keep my mind on one thing at a time. A lot of things has passed me by because my mind has been set on what I wanted to be. I also never had enough of courage to try things. I’ve always worried how things could go wrong. I’m still insecure when it comes to decisions. It shouldn’t be that way but it is a constant struggle.
It could be worse though. I could have no education nor work experience. I could live in a corrupted country. I could live on the street. I have better chances to do things I like and not what other people want me to do. I’ve tried things that I’m not afraid to do. In others words, I’m pretty lucky compared to others who are not. That’s something I don’t need to compromise.