I took a much needed break from academics this year and I’m pretty happy I did so. I really don’t care if I’m behind a year compared to kids my age; it just really doesn’t make a difference to me.
In three weeks I’ll be starting school once again. I’m happy I didn’t get so comfortable with the lifestyle I’m living now, but damn, it was so comfortable and content. These next two years of community college and work are going to be a grind.. but I need to keep reminding myself why I’m doing it.
I finished signing up for my classes and meeting up with my counselor whom already asked me what my major was going to be. Like hell if I know. I’ve tried to figure out how many things I dislike, and how many things I truly enjoy, only to realize that the ratio is a very high one. The only subject that I could see myself loving is English. The whole aspect of english and language amazes me. How people can write or say things in such a way that it allows the reader or listener to understand exactly where they’re coming from is almost euphoric to me.
And of course, I have my dream of traveling everywhere before I hit my thirties. Meeting and trying to understand people of all different cultures and societies. Possibly find another passion out there somewhere. Having fantastic adventures that I won’t be able to forget.. All these things must fit into my grand scheme I call life.
I just have to set my ideals higher than anything, attain all the knowledge and things I need, commit to this path, and when the moment’s right for me..
“You may think your only choices are to swallow your anger or throw it in someone’s face, but there’s a third option: You can just let it go, and only when you do that it is really gone and you can move forward.”— Ted Mosby (via -meridien)