No one
ever told me it would be so hard, choosing.
I sit at
my computer, a throne of possibilities, Sia gently singing me into bliss. I was
feigning indifference.
High
school. The warm blanket that your grandma knitted, so comfortable, slightly
mismatched and slightly scratchy, but familiar.
University.
The most frightening and exciting thing that rattles me in my boots, to this
very day. Out there, not too far out of my reach, only a few months away.
Stepping
off the perch of comfort is not only frightening, but probably unhealthy. It is
impossible to choose your future career over the internet in a matter of
months. And apparently feeling blasé (notice-quasi-witty-name-word-play) /
pushing the thought into oblivion doesn't help.
So what
to choose? I've decided that picking out of a hat is the most responsible
choice. I'm secretly hoping that in that hat my hand will find a time-conscious
white rabbit that I can follow into Wonderland.
But alas,
this is not the case, as my name is not Alice nor do I own a large enough hat
to contain a rabbit.
I've
always considered fame an easy option. I decided not long ago that I would
indeed become famous instead of doing an under-graduate degree. Fingers are
crossed that I will be discovered with my acoustic guitar in the near future
from my bedroom. I always leave my window open for possible music producers who
might wander past to hear me.
Putting my brink-of-fame aside, I think that I will continue to ponder my possible, very scary future every night, sleeplessly... until 10pm.
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