Everyone’s telling me the world is my oyster and that I can do anything and everything that I want- but only while I’m young.
I’m feeling this immense amount of pressure to fit all of my wants, hopes, and dreams into right now. As if I’m only young now. The only time to travel the world is now. The only time to test the waters is now. It all has to be done… NOW.
So, when does “being young” stop? I’m only 22, but I feel like the next decision I make means choosing only one dream and giving up on all others. Is that really how it has to be?
I’ve been finding myself at a crossroads lately… they seem to appear every once in a while as I continue to walk my path of life. But this crossroad? It’s a big one. One I’m not quite sure how to, well…. cross. With my last job commitment coming to a close I am met with the decision of- what do I want to do? Where do I want to go?
Last year in conversation with somebody they asked what I wanted to do with my life. What is usually expected to be a condensed one sentence answer was actually me nonstop talking for a good five minutes, concluding with- “I don’t know which to choose… It’s quite problematic really; having so many diverse desires.” And to my surprise, they immediately responded by asking me why I was limiting myself to just one dream? That life is meant for many.
Even with that in mind, I’m still feeling the pressure of choice- something I also acknowledge I am incredibly fortunate to have. 22 is that age where I feel like you’re expected to have it figured out, but at the same time are constantly being told- “you’re young, you’ll figure it out.” And for the first time, I really don’t feel like I do- have it figured out. This crossroad is actually a bit blurry really… and although I know eventually the fog will clear, it’s still low to the ground right now, blocking my view of what’s ahead.
So for now, I think- and dream- struggling, yet striving to find the purpose in my path. Finding excitement in the unknown.
