carefree/less.

So, I'm sitting here thinking about the word carefree- and what that really means.  I'm headed to Texas in roughly six hours with nothing but air in my pockets.  I want to listen to the ocean, and sit in the sand.  I want to drink completely Southern sweet tea and touch a cactus.  I've been told that this trip in irresponsible, unreasonable, and stupid.  Yes, I have no money.  But does that really matter?  Is money even a factor when friends, a sunset on the beach, and great memories await?  I say no.  I may be the cliché nineteen year old just "having fun"... but ya know... I hope I'm still doing this when I'm fifty.  

Okay, back to this carefree thought... A friend once told me there's a difference between being carefree, and careless.  I'm still figuring out which one I am.  To me, one shouldn't have to work at being carefree-- it just happens.  I feel free, and happy, and alive... does that qualify?  I know that I live my life in a world of unanswered questions a lot.  I'm not a planner.  For years, I never knew how to "fly by the seat of my pants", and once I finally learned how- I never went back.  This is me.  And I love me.  That should be enough.  That's my answer.