I am 19 years old and have no f---ing idea what I want to do with the rest of my life.

And I’m perfectly OK with that.

I was never that type of person who liked to have a plan for everything. I guess I never really fit into that sort of lifestyle. I take things as they come and live without a strict schedule that seems to strangle every minute of everyday into a perfectly formulated line. That way of living was never quite appealing to me so I never bothered much with it.

I don’t know what career path I want to pursue, or if I even want to pursue one at all. Working and pulling all nighters for a good grade in a class to which the professor doesn't even know my name was never my definition of necessary. Don’t get me wrong, I work hard for my grades, but I don’t think the world is coming to an end when I fail an occasional test and most importantly, I don’t stress myself out over internships that seem to cause more harm than good.

During finals, I study, but when I feel myself getting tired I don’t push myself to stay up until the crack of dawn. I don't care about whether or not I'm prepared yet or whether I need to know 50 more flashcards. No test is more important than my health. And guess what, I sleep like a baby while everyone around me seems to have a way too many panic attacks. I’ve seen what three hours of sleep over the course of four days does to a person—it should be a crime to give THAT much work.

Test grades don’t define my intelligence and internships don’t guarantee jobs.

Why are you working so hard and stressing yourself out now to just work even harder for the rest of your life? I have heard so many people tell me that college was their best four year vacation and then after, that’s it. From there on out you're working a nine to five job you swore you'd never have. Granted, some of us will get lucky and absolutely fall in love with their careers and the people within it, but for the majority the odds are slim.

I have absolutely no clue where I’m headed or what my future holds and I have accepted that. I go to school, I get decent grades without having anxiety attacks, and I take everything with a grain of salt.

I have too many things I want to do and too many places I want to see so I can't afford to grow old now.

I'm smart, I’m healthy, and that’s enough for me.