Hopefully I win a bunch of scholarships and then say nahhh I’m leaving and never coming back to live in this societal reality ever again peace.
Then I’ll run away and do anything and everything and even blog about it and everyone will read it and I’ll make money off of it to keep doing fun things for the rest of my life.
Because what is depressing is that I’ve given up on my dreams of art and music and writing because everyone puts the fear into me that I’ll never get anywhere with that stuff. I’ve been convincing myself that I’ll be happy working 9-5 as long as I make a considerable amount of money.
But here’s the thing, I don’t need a life like you and I don’t share the same ideals. I don’t want a big house, a husband, and kids. I don’t want to watch my kids grow up in the same way I have. I don’t want expensive clothes. I don’t want lots of items. As long as I have interesting people, nature, my creativity, and my sanity, I’ll be happy.
It’s really empowering to realize that. And if I end up hating my life anyway, I can always go back and go to school. And at least I’ll never have to wonder if I made the right decision.
I don’t need anyone to confirm this idea to me, but it’d be nice if someone said that’s rad I’ll do it with you.
But then again you might be annoying.