So... what to do?
That seems to be a recurring theme to life, doesn't it? Everytime you hear a conversation of people passing-by, they always seem to be confused about the direction their life is headed in. I can't help but feel a kinship to such people simply because at the age of seventeen, I am expected to know what it is that I want to do with the next fifty or sixty (hopefully!) years of my life. Being a teenager has never been more stressful.
Everywhere you look, information is being shoved at you about what path is the right path. And like most people my age, I'm realising that the 'right path' simply does not exist- and if it does, someone is hiding it very well. And it's a rather worrying truth. It kind of makes sense now, that depression rates are highest in teenagers and young adults.
I think of my friends at times like this and I wonder how we went from the small wide-eyed children we were six (or more so) years ago, to the unique people we are today. I also can't help but think, did we have a path already set for us, even back then? I know since I joined my current place of education, where I met the majority of my wacky and wonderful friends, I have changed my mind so many times about my 'path' that if I got a pound for every 'path' I'd chosen, I wouldn't have to worry about this because I'd be set for life.
And, unfortuantely, this brings me to the subject of fate, which people either nod feverently at or shake their heads with surpressed laughter. And it might be rather naive to think so, but I'm starting to believe it. And I think that is the conclusion to this strange mixture of thoughts, that even though we all worry about our 'path' and what is it that will lead us right in the end, somehow we'll end up on that right path. Somehow, we're going to get back on track.
So.... what to do?
Hope for the best and at some point, you'll be where you're supposed to be.
