Everything is speeding up. Everyone wants to know the same thing: where are you going? College, full-time job, success, or even no where?
Where am I going?
If you want the truth, I wish I was going no where. I wish I wasn't going to college. I wish I never had to work. Not because I'm lazy, but more because I'm afraid of facing that level of reality. Reality is growing up, and losing everything, even yourself. I have a hard enough time knowing who I am right now, let alone doing a whole new rediscovery.
Who am I?
How does someone define themselves? Is it by their age? Do we change with time, or does time change with us? Is it by money? Are we the amount in our wallets or the amount in our mind? Do we ever really know?
When do we know?
Do we know when we're 45, struggling, but some how living? Or maybe when we're 17 sitting in the drivers-seat realizing that we are no longer entirely dependent? Maybe it's when we realize that no one can tell us the answer anymore. Or possibly when we find that person we think is our other half. But you want to know what I really think it is? We never know.
Why?
We never know because everyone expects everyone else to know everything. We assume everyone is different. We assume everyone but our own person knows what's going on, where they're going, who they are, and when they figured it out.
That's the crazy thing. No one knows, but everyone expects each other to know.
We're all killing ourselves trying to meet expectations that are impossible.
Life should be much simpler. It's not life that's hard, it's all the expectations.
Be beautiful, be strong, but most importantly, be good people.
-B.
