High school is the prime time to figure your life out, right? You take all these classes and you should find what you want to do from at least one of them. If you like math, be an engineer. Chemistry? Be a chemist, obviously. English? Writer. History? Just be a history teacher. But it isn't that easy, is it? Adults always act as though you're going to know exactly what you want to do by the time you walk out of graduation, as if they did the same. Some people know what they want, and that's great and all, but a lot of us don't. Including me.

I've always had a knack for writing. Need essay? I'll pump it out in 15 minutes, no sweat. Writing fiction is a favorite of mine, so the answer should be simple; be an author. But the money authors make isn't enough to make a living unless you're J.K Rowling, and that means I'd need another, full-time job. Journalist, teacher, technical writer, or something completely different that gets me money. Wouldn't sound bad if any of that actually sounded appealing. There's a term a lot of people use and it's "settling." Settle for a well paying job that you may hate but it gets what you need. But what's the point of doing something you hate? You only have one life, and living it in constant, boring pain doesn't seem like the way to live. Being happy is all that matters in the long run, and I'd rather not settle for something that won't grant me that.

Which brings us to the real problem many teenagers have. What should we do? How am I supposed to make a living off being an author, or something as equally low paying, and be happy? It honestly doesn't seem possible. It feels like I'm having a midlife crisis at seventeen. So what advice could I honestly give people in the same exact situation when I don't even know how to figure my own life out?

Well, the cheesy advice would be to try your best. Try and try and try and you might fail, but you could succeed. "Failure is never an option," so pretend failure doesn't exist. Go as hardcore as possible.

I wish I could say all that, that failure doesn't exist, but I can't. Life is a game and you just have to play it. Try a little and if you fail, you fail, so what? YOLO, right? You've only got one life and you shouldn't be wasting it being sad. So do whatever makes you happy, and at the very least, fake it till you make it.

I wish there was some actual moral, a lesson, for you. But there isn't. It's the game of life. You gotta play it, and we all have different tragedies to get by. You just need to find your own way. That's all I can honestly say.