Peter Pan... Where Are You?

"What major are you going to pick?" "What do you want to be when you grow up?" "What college are you going to go to?"

I am on the brink of insanity with all of these questions coming at me. What makes it worse? I don't have any answers.


When I was in fifth grade, I had to plan out my entire higher education/career path along with a specific college, tuition costs, and how I would afford the added expenses of a dorm, meal plan, books, etc. Then near the end of eighth grade, it was as though I became an entirely new person. I no longer wanted to be a teacher or start off at a community college... I wanted to travel the world, live in a big city full of even bigger opportunities, and start off my freshman year of college at a university that would include inter mural sports, parties, and loads  of clubs and organization. Also, as I realized how corrupted today's educational system had become, I no longer wanted to be a teacher. This moment is when I finally understood that I would continually be evolving. Who I am today is not who I will be in a year. I'll have learned more, understand more about life, met more people, seen more places, and have had more adventures. I'm not done growing today, I wasn't done growing then, actually, I'll never be done growing.

So here I am, as clueless as I was at that moment. It's kind of a scary feeling... then again... there is something comforting about realizing how much freedom I have to plan my future. I might not know what it is that I want to do, but once I figure it out, I have no doubt in my mind I'll achieve it. And after I achieve that, I'm sure I'll have some new big idea I'll be aiming to make a reality.