There's got to be more to life...

There's got to be more to life than constantly thinking, "I'm graduating in a month. What the heck am I going to do now?"

You want to grasp everything at once, and you're afraid that if you let things slip through your fingers, you won't get a second chance. It's difficult trying not to let your tears spill over because you're completely freaked out and yet happy at the same time. But it's not confusion that's sweeping over you in the middle of walking through the rush hour commute. You know, by using your reason, that you hold these conflicting emotions at the same time and that they are valid because you're feeling them, right now, breathing with every senseless heartbeat beating through your chest.

But you also know that you can't drown in your tears forever. You have to rise above it and find your way back. You know, deep down, that there's nothing else you can do except to keep holding on, to keep trying to find out what's out there, never losing the hope that eventually, you'll find your own place in the world. And maybe someday, someone with whom to share your world with.

The Tricky Part

Ever feel that you'd rather read an entire shelf of library books on breathtaking stories, fascinating histories, and weird science that actually excite you and get you asking questions instead of numbing your mind with another term paper you have no desire to write?

And it's not that you're lazy. It's that school somehow became... a little less inspiring, maybe a little bit stifling. Like your curiosity grew into this electric ball of frenetic energy and you can't stand the thought of sitting through another boring lecture taken verbatim from the textbook. But you persevere anyway because you want that diploma and it's your meal-ticket to the future. Your future. The title of being an honors student doesn't even matter as much as it used to...

What matters the most is discovering that you have this natural inborn curiosity about the world and how it works and that you want to make something beautiful to inspire ideas in people. Like leaving a legacy behind, an imprint, some kind of indication that you lived and that you contributed something to make this world better off than it was before you became inspired.

The tricky part is figuring out a way to never lose that part of yourself, the part that never stops believing, the part that allows you to embrace the possibilities and work through the mess to find out the world's essence. To find the beauty, the truth, and the light in yourself... and to inspire others to see that in themselves.