Something has been on my mind since this semester started. I keep asking myself, what am I doing with my life? Currently, I am in my third year at a university. I am finally turning 21, yet I’m still frantically searching for some kind of an answer to this question. It eats away and at me like a parasite. Instead of living, I continue to be pressured to find the answer. What am I doing with my life? My reserves return with nothing, but the answer of silence for the last 5 years of my life.

Yes, I know that I am not the only one who is still struggling to figure it out. I guess my biggest frustration is that the primary focuses of most people my age are dreams of monetary value, and that makes me so angry. It’s like watching one of my favorite bands sell out, and become commercial.

I believe that life should be more than making a six-figure salary, or having a big house in the suburbs. Life should not be a prison sentence, a life filled with working for nothing, and succumbing to routine. We’re all conditioned to believe that these trivial things are all that there is to life. All I want from my life is happiness, and I don’t think I need money or other material things to be happy.