The other day I was talking to a friend and she said something that it was so #relatable. We spent the last 20 years of our lives as students and now, people expect us to grab our diploma and be functional adults. If it wasn’t for my apathy towards everything lately, I would probably be freaking out.
This whole situation made me remember when I was finishing high school. When the school and everyone else made such a big deal of the choices you had to make. I wish I could go back to my past self give a tap on my back and say that it was not as black and white as everyone made it. At this point admitting that you’re going to make a mistake is the healthiest way to approach this situation, in my opinion. God dammit you are asking a 17 year old to choose what he is going to do for the rest of his life, at this age I wasn’t even responsible for my own food (still ain’t, but that is not the point here).
I rushed into college because I thought that if I didn’t I was a failure to everything my parents done for me. I started studying journalism and almost freaked out when I discovered that I didn’t wanted any of that for me. I found a temporarily home in advertising, when I say temporarily I mean that working at an agency is not how I want to spend my future either.
I’m not naïve at the point of thinking that I’m going to leave the university and run into the arms of my dream job or occupation. But based on my last experiences, I am more focused on figuring out what would that dream be or look like. Should I focus on getting a master at a topic that I love, or should I be worried on getting experience at major companies? Or should I do both?
I know I’m going to make a mistake eventually, I’m just trying to prepare myself so when it happen I won’t fall apart completely.