My peers and I are now at that stage of our lives where we have chosen where to go once the high school chapter of our lives finally draws to a close.
The closure of this chapter shall encompass
so much more than the chapters previous. As many of us shall be relocating, leaving the security of the family homes that we know all too well, saying goodbye to our parents and siblings who shall no longer dwell with us in our new lodgings and beginning our new lives.
All of us seem to be going down the traditional route of moving onto various universities to obtain various degrees; hopefully for something we love.
It’s strange to think that we have already made, and been trusted to make, the most important decisions of our lives so far; in choosing our degrees, hopefully a decision that we have made ourselves.
Even more perplexing, is the fact that we
have all been trusted to choose the path to our new lives, yet in our current educational facilities we must still ask permission just to go to the bathroom.
However, going through this tide-changing time with my peers has made me realise how fortunate I am as I know what I want to do with my life; during and after my degree, and the idea of studying my passion and driving-force at university is impossibly euphoric to me.
Yet, it seems that others just aren’t as
fortunate, as their futures are unclear and undecided. However, they have still been backed into a corner to make this decision.
As deadlines force them to make the decision as quickly as possible, and let’s face it, nowadays, people scoff at the idea of a gap year, because those who take them are viewed as lazy as
opposed to undecided.
The pressure proves too much for some as they simply find an adequate course. Concluding ‘That’ll do, I don’t know much about it but it seems alright, and these kind of people make a lot of money’.
Nothing saddens me more than to think, that at such a young age, when we should have romanticised ideals about the vocations we embark upon; that people have already chosen pay over passion. Or simply just don’t possess the great gift of passion in the first place.