we're prettier and younger but not any better off.

I tend to see the world differently now that I am older. I remember when I was younger, I really never payed any attention to anything. Now, it's as if I'm focusing too much on the little things. It's quite invigorating and annoying at the same time.

I wonder why people do the things they do, I wonder why certain businesses and buildings are called a certain name, and I wonder about the human society, and all its malfunctions. This is sorta why I started this blog. I hoped to share my thoughts about how "dysfunctional" this society really is.

However, in this post, I want to share my thoughts on the younger side of my precarious generation. Believe it or not, my generation is almost to the point where we are becoming the leaders of this society. Yes, we may still be in our teenage years, but soon we'll be graduating college, going on to graduate school, and starting a career.

This is scary. Especially to me. When I was younger, I was so oblivious. I may have thought I knew everything I could about the world, but I certainly didn't. And that's not necessarily my fault. I just hadn't experienced anything yet. 

A younger me wanted to be a planetary scientist or a meteorologist or an astronomer. I was set on that for the longest time. I did summer camps relating to astronomy and the planets, and I loved it. My mother saw that I loved it, and she was right. This was something I knew I wanted to do.

I don't know what happened between elementary school and high school, but my mind changed completely. I went from science to English to history to teacher. I was so confused during my freshman year. People would ask me what I wanted to do, and I couldn't give them an answer.

When I was younger, people were so impressed that I already had my life plan in check. I told them I wanted to work for NASA and go to college at MIT.

Then reality hit. There was probably no way I would get into MIT and a very slim chance that I would work at NASA.

During my sophomore year, English and writing became my new love. I loved writing. It was my way to escape from my confusion. And I was good at it.

English teacher, English professor, author, book editor...

I still wasn't sure.

And my parents weren't necessarily in on my new love. They said there was no money in English. They said I wouldn't be financially happy.

Financially happy? So, money makes society happy? And the sad part is, money is what makes the world go round.

So where does that leave me? Being unhappy with my career choice, but being financially happy? Or, being happy with my job, but being stuck in the dumps?

It's a hard choice. I have less than 2 years to decide.

I wish I was young again. When I just lived and really didn't have to care or worry about anything.

But really, wishing to stay young doesn't really solve anything. I mean, old age is to come eventually.

So, at this point, I won't stress. I'll just wait to see what comes to me.

And maybe then, I'll be a little better off.