The day this article gets published will be my first day of senior year in college. SENIOR YEAR. It was as if freshman year was just yesterday. I have a love/hate relationship with time. I either want it to go by so fast or I want it to slow down. Sometimes I just want to stay stuck in that one perfect moment.
I know a lot of my fellow seniors can stand truly by this statement. Many of us are ready to leave college and take on the world. Some of us, including myself, are ready to graduate but are scared of the adult world. Will I get a job that I am satisfied with? Will I be homeless? I am not sure, but time will tell. Hopefully, neither of those unfortunate events will occur. Pray for me.
I do not understand how income works. Am I going to have enough money from my job to where I can afford even clothes? What about money for Disneyland?? Yes, these are the important things in life. But on a serious note, I hope I get lucky enough where I do not have to struggle. But then again, everyone struggles. I am currently struggling. There are times where I think I have my life together and then times where God is like "yeah you thought."
I hope to one day work somewhere that pays me well to a point where I can support my parents. There is so much I want to do for them. The sacrifices that they have made will all be worth it. I have to make sure they will be worth it. It is a dream of mine to give my parents everything that they have ever desired. God has to let me have that moment, right? I would like to think he will be tired of my begging and finally give in and let me have it.
There are those nostalgic memories of me being a kid. Life was so easy then. We never had to worry about college tuition or jobs. Our hardest tests were questions about shapes and colors. Sometimes I still like to joke around that kindergarten was me at my peak. I would think I was the smartest kid whenever I was the only one who could recite all the months in order. Then I got to high school and realized that the only thing I was good at was writing. If Journalism was not an available option, then I honestly have no idea what else I would do. I would be undeclared in college for so many years. Undeclared with not only my major but my life.
Even through all the stress and the tears, I am happy to have found my passion in my life. If you are passionate about something then it is inevitable for it to happen. You just have to keep your head up and charge through. That is what I have been doing and it seems to be working out so far.