College is so strange. I'm here to learn and to grow, so that I can go on to do something bigger, something better with my life. The only problem is: I have absolutely no idea where my life is headed or where I even want it to be headed. Forget about majors, I hardly even know what I'm passionate about anymore. I'm lost, roaming alone and perpetually searching for happiness that I'm not even sure exists.
It's a funny thing, this world. We're taught that we all have this purpose, this duty that were meant to serve. We spend our whole lives trying to fulfill the role we've been given, regardless of the fact that it may not even be our role to play. We're given this image of utopia and expected to play our part in the perfection. There's no help, though; we are left to find out for ourselves which career, which life, and which whatever we're meant for. It's bullshit. Perfection isn't attainable, so why are we all trying so damn hard? I constantly hear the pompous chatter of college kids, whose unwavering efforts are focused solely on finding their own piece of perfect. It's almost sickening. They've taught me something, though: I am no where near perfection and for the first time ever, I'm not sure I want to be.
