Life is worth living.

I know my reckless thoughts should not be published on the very first day of the new year. I should have some consideration for the person/s who read my blog. But I could not stop myself from drifting my thoughts into this depressed state of mind. Sometimes (frequently) I stop and wonder if what I consider important in life is actually important. Would it make a difference if I was a bit more careless? If I dedicated less time planning my future and actually lived my present? Are my goals right? Is this what a person has to seek and dream? I have doubts, I wonder if everything I do is worthy of my time and life. What will a good education mean after I'm long gone and six feet under dirt? Nothing can assure me anything. I am the one who chooses what is important for me...but how can I ever know?