The Future

Man the future. If I am being totally honest the future scares the living daylights out of me. To a nineteen year old who just started her second year of college without any real direction anymore, the future is one hell of a scary thought. I know I want to be a writer, sharing stories with the world. Some stories that I make up along the way, some stories that are right next to my heart, and some stories that are personal to others, but deciding which career path will lead me to my happiest, healthiest life? Huh you got me there. Half the time, wait who am I kidding, almost all of the time, I don't know what I am doing. I mean I am basically just winging life at this point, so to talk about my future... Let's talk about cats first.

I always thought I would have my whole life planned out in a nice and neat, step by step, guide. I am very big on organizations and planning everything out meticulously. My room is immaculate with everything in its place. My school work is colored coded, which I did for fun one Tuesday afternoon. Even my clothes have their own special order in my closet. Lately however, I have started to realize that life cannot be put into little lines with check marks at the end. Life cannot be put into file folders, or stacked on shelves.


Life is messy, crazy, overwhelming, and spectacular. Life is a jumbled work of art that sometimes looks like a Picasso, while sometimes, even most of the time, looks like a first grade finger painting. Those raw and beautiful moments of Picasso art are the ones that we strive for. The ones that we get up day in and day out just to get a glimpse at. Although rare, those are the moments to live for.

So yeah I have no idea what my future holds and I am okay with that.

People always ask me, "where do you see yourself in five or even ten years?" To that I say your guess is as good as mine. The only thing I know is that it is going to be one hell of a ride.

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