Gypsies, college & life.

Most people desire a purpose in life.  Why are we here?  Do we serve fate in some specific form only the universe is aware of?  Personally I feel this sense of urgency to discover what kind of plan the universe has laid out for me.  It’s not just the people I surround myself with, but the ones I see all over my facebook, at work, everyone seems to know exactly what they’re doing with their lives.  And yes, I am young, being just shy of 22 it may seem as if I have all the time in the world to figure out the course my life should take but it’s hard not to feel pressured to discover such a thing sooner when that’s exactly what everyone expects you to do, and they expect and want it now.  I suppose that’s exactly why I went to school for something that I would never have decided to go to school for, if I had felt the choice was purely just mine.  Business?  What kind of art student goes to school for business?  Not one that I’ve ever heard of.  And to be completely honest, I’m not even sure there’s anything I truly want to go to college for.  In the last while all I was hearing was college students talking about all these school related stresses.  They have to pull another all-nighter for a midterm or final and then a couple of days after that they have numerous assignments all due on the same day.  Then after spending two plus years balancing school with work and whatever else their life might include, they’re stuck paying off the thousands and thousands of dollars they had to borrow to achieve this in the first place.  Maybe I just feel this overwhelming desire to refrain from conforming to what society deems as the most logical way to go about your future.  Who is society to make that decision for me?  I’ve never been one to conform to anyone’s standards of living.  I do me, and for the most part, I’ve done it pretty well.  I just want to find a different way to go about my life, something that isn’t the sociological standard.  I’d much rather take some courses in photography and become a little more travelled.  If I could explore every inch of the world while capturing those moments and building these exquisite memories of adventure, I would be satisfied.  If I could do nothing else with my life, that would be substantial for me.  To be holed up in a classroom for an extensive amount of time, forcing my brain to retain what society claims it must, it just doesn’t hold a sense of appeal to me.  I’d much rather pick up and explore.  Move to LA in hopes of becoming a Disney Princess?  It may seem like a naïve dream, but what else are dreams supposed to look like?

            I guess my mother really did raise me to be a pure blood gypsy soul.