Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like the more you learn about the world and its complexities, the more you realize how little you truly know? Some days I wonder if ignorance really is bliss. Like, when did life go from carefree to a constant barrage of existential questions? What if we all just decided to accept that none of us have it figured out and started living more in the moment?
I used to think adulthood meant having it all figured out, but honestly, it feels more like a constant game of "fake it till you make it." Half the time I'm just following the same chaotic routine I had in college, but now with a paycheck and a few more responsibilities. I get it, we're all just winging it—how is it that no one talks about how unprepared we all really are? It’s like we’re all in o...
I’ve been in college for three years now, and honestly, I’m starting to think that the whole concept of “majoring” in something is just a way to keep us busy while the real world passes us by. I chose my major because I thought it would lead to a secure job, but now I’m drowning in debt with no idea if I’ll even use what I’ve learned. Meanwhile, I keep seeing my friends who chose more unconventional paths thriving in ways I never imagined. It makes me wonder if we’re all just playing this game to please someone else instead of figuring out what truly makes us happy. How many of us are just one assignment away from breaking down?
I’ve been in college for three years now, and honestly, I’m starting to think that the whole concept of “majoring” in something is just a way to keep us busy while the real world passes us by. I chose my major because I thought it would lead to a secure job, but now I’m drowning in debt with no idea if I’ll even use what I’ve learned. Meanwhile, I keep seeing my friends who chose more unconventional paths thriving in ways I never imagined. It makes me wonder if we’re all just playing this game to please someone else instead of figuring out what truly makes us happy. How many of us are just one assignment away from breaking down?
I wish someone had told me that your major doesn’t define your entire life. I spent so much time panicking over my choice, thinking if I didn’t land the “perfect” major, I’d end up living in my parents’ basement forever. But honestly, most of my friends who followed their passions anyway ended up in jobs completely unrelated to their degrees and are much happier because of it. If I could go back, ...