I had a dream.
I sort of knew how I wanted my life to turn out. I wanted to study Journalism in uni and then when I graduate, I do my masters degree and then I’ll get a job and then I’ll get married and have children. It’s simple enough, isn’t it?
It seemed that this dream was about to become a reality. I got into uni and I started to study Journalism and English Literature and I felt, ‘Wow, I am exactly where I want to be’.
Now, I’m in my final year and I absolutely hate my course. I am not enjoying it and I am not having the passion that I had earlier on. It’s like, this isn’t me. My future now seems very foggy. What am I going to do?
Sometimes, I sit in silence and then its like the silence is shouting back at me. It’s telling me, ‘What are you going to do with your life?’ ‘Will I be the success I want to be?’ and I am starting to feel very lost in the world.
I spoke to a bunch of my friends about this and they said that they feel the same way. Uni sucks sometimes.
Am I scared? Very. I want to be the best I can be and right now, I am scared that that dream is very far from me.