I would force myself to get obsessed and
involved with different aspects and ideas; not too long ago I started getting
intrigued by stars and the sky and space in general. So my friends started
saying how maybe space and the study of the universe could somehow be
incorporated into my future career. Because of that comment, I started liking
it more, almost forcing myself to unravel about space like a florist eager for
his flowers to bloom and thus forcefully peeling them open and to no surprise
they were not as beautiful as he expected them to be. Like the florist I cannot
bully this "passion" into growing. I realised what I was doing and
how desperate I was being. I was confused and sad and livid and so many more
things, how I didn't have a passion or a knack for something like most find by
this age. Now I realise that it’s okay, it's okay that I do not know what I
want to make of myself. Just because I was born without a clear decision on the
course of my life does not mean I will perform any less in the passion I will
hopefully develop by maybe this year, next year or in the next decade. Who
knows? It's okay that I'm scared of the inevitable. I read this quote somewhere
and I found it very amusing, "how can you expect teenagers to make life
decisions after they graduate when only a few months ago they had to ask
permission to go to the restroom". Time is such a funny and confusing
thing, and in time this "passion", this thing that I am destined to
do will find me and hopefully I will accept it with open arms.
-Written by a half sleep-deprived girl
at 11 pm on a Saturday night trying to avoid writing a general paper essay
whilst listening to harry potter soundtracks. Sorry for the word vomit, I seem to
do that a lot.
The unknown