Just a year ago when I was striving to survive my junior year, comtemplating about my life was considered as an act of luxury.
Now that I have gotten so much time to kill, I brood over making right “choices.”
How much should I allow my parents, friends, and other mentors to interfere with my decision-making?
How do I know if I tried my best?
And, am I on the right track?
Since I have to put an end to my teen phase soon, I ponder, ponder, and ponder once again about EVERYTHING. I am pretty sure some seniors experience the same.
All my dilemmas sprout from this single fact; I soon will not be considered as a child, but as an adult.
My life as a teen was fabulous. My immaturity and childish ignorance had been the best excuses for my mistakes. But, the thought that these excuses will no longer be valid terrifies me.
On the bright side, my mind-processing skills have improved vastly over the time. As I look back, the questions that I had during my middle and high school years sound so inane, except for a few that I still struggle to answer.
Hopefully, I will find a balance soon between this sense of ambiguity and assurance.
Until then, my migraine will probably to linger. Urgh.