SO there it is: 6th January 2015. Almost a week in the new year and still no sign of that " Guten Rutsch ins neue Jahr!" Slipping or not slipping, ladies and gentlemen I am still me and I am still adventurous as my situation allows me to.
Recently I have began to think about volunteering with UNICEF or some other organization just make sure I am indeed being a better person, so far though I haven gathered the guts to give myself to volunteering. What is wrong with me, people?! I think it is the being really useful part that scares the shit(excuse the language) out of me. I have been a volunteer before: for the Red Cross and for Special Olympics and other organizations, but then I was less, lets face it selfish and I was less aware of time and how it should be spend... Now I hear the clock every time when I feel like doing something fun, or something that really requires dedication. And volunteering is really about dedication.
Why is it that as we get older we cannot commit anymore?
