Not to sound pessimistic but shouldn’t you experience your existence a bit before deciding to pop out a mini-existence of your own? Isn’t your journey yours and not anybody else’s? Besides, what’s the hurry? Delaying isn’t equal to denial. Think about it.
We rush because of the sometimes ridiculous timed goals we set for ourselves
There’s a psychological effect like gambling: the moments of tenderness and intimacy are unpredictable, but they are so intense and fulfilling that the victim winds up staying in the hopes that a moment like that will happen again.
These moments make it so, so hard. They feed that little stubborn hope that things will now get better. Really sucks.