It’s my first year as a college student, and like most people, I wonder about the meaning of life. This is something that I wrote that resembles me at this stage in life.
As I continue to progress through college and navigate the bigger world around me, all these experiences are usually accompanied by a rollercoaster of emotions. Some days I feel so eager and hopeful that I want to abandon whatever homework assignment I’m doing, move away and start a “big girl” life. Other days, I wish my days of schooling would never end. The reality of the fact that the world is truly my oyster is becoming truer every day. It’s cray-z.
We, as young adults, have been going to school since we were 4 or 5. We’ve played the same sports since we were 8 or 9, had the same friends for years, etc. This is a product of usually being in the same grade schools and extracurricular activities, which set the ground for a pretty secure environment when it came to decision making. This same environment might or might not exist in the real world with a “big girl” life and job.
While I’m not necessarily worried about a job, I’m pretty hung up on how to maximize my young adult years to ultimately build a life that I won’t regret when I’m beyond my twenties. There are going to be so many opportunities to seize and choices to make, but when and if you pick the wrong ones, there’s no one to save you but yourself. Whew.
I hope my banter has invoked a sense of curiousness about the meaning of life.