Experience.

I’m graduating in a month, then it will be official, I’ll be finished with my fun, easy going adolescent years. And although I’m sure I will try my best, there will be no more avoiding becoming an adult. I don’t like to face this but this is what it is. So I’m starting to stress out…going through all these thoughts in my head like, okay Lindsay now you have to really kind of, you know, live up to the dream of what you were promising everyone. But wait, what did you promise everyone?
I’ve had four years in college to decide what I want to be and what I want to do with my life. Truth is, I still have no answer to those questions. I often feel even more lost now than I was when I started. But if there is one lesson I will take with me from these years it is the fact that you live first and you learn after. And although, that may not be the most convenient order, it always seems to be the way things go for me. I have learned that everything doesn’t have to completely make sense in order for you to act; if the emotion is right, then go with it. I learn the most from acting on things, regardless of how they work out… the experience is always better than simply contemplating it.
So that’s what I want to do after I graduate. Experience. Keep exploring. Keep learning. Keep trying new things and discovering new cultures. I feel that the seeds planted along a journey to personal growth can grow into something that will in the end be greater than a standard 9-5 job , an unsettling career. I do not want to buy love or success or happiness, nor do I believe that is possible. I want to discover it, experience it, share it.