The future is something I can’t have a true opinion about. It puts me in an uncomfortable spot, because I’m an opinionated guy. Everybody around me seems to have their life figured out, or at least that’s what I assume. Thinking about the future doesn’t make me feel lost, It feels like I’m in a maze that I’ve just come to accept. Because I know there is a decent chance that when I get out of that maze, it’s going to be a real pain. People already know what colleges they want to go to. I would rather concern myself with what kind of life I will have. The problem is nobody particularly cares about that, so I know I need make great haste concerning myself with things like college, because in the states you really can’t do a whole lot without college and it seems to be only a few years down the road. That makes these worries fuse with my first one. Now all I have is a big mess of worries. I have infact thought up a few things I would like to leave as goals: to enjoy my life, to stay true to myself, and to be remembered. These goals at first glance sound so cliché, but most people who want things like this would let things like money or laws get in the way of them. These two things could certainly hinder my goals, but part of the point of my goals are to not let these things prevent the three I mentioned earlier. This whole “adulthood” type-deal keeps following me faster. It sounds like honestly one of the most difficult things a human can do. I mean, the people of generation X have told stories about how unpleasant starting up is. Well, I’m apart of what’s supposed to be the most broke generation ever. This is not one of those matters of “they say that about every generation”. My generation is vastly different than any of the other ones ever. We are by far the largest, and the technology leaves us a lot of advantages or disadvantages in many different ways that separate us from the people of the past in ways like the renaissance or the industrial revolution. Believe it or not, getting a job in anything today is a challenge, and getting a job in seven to eight years when I’m hopefully done with school will be terrifying. What can I really say? I’m a believer that the system fails, not an individual. But can I say this in ten years if things don’t turn out for me? What can I say that doesn’t sound like I’m blaming the world for my own problems? Nothing. I have until I’m eighteen to call big companies fascists and then I suppose I’d have to say that everything is my fault. People would rather have you take responsibility for things like that, even if you are right. Which is why I will never actually go that route. If I fail at life, I will have the system to blame. I will have the American people most to blame for their unsupportive behaviour. Why is there no pity for the young? “Colleges have to make money” is no excuse to riddle a good part of someone’s adult life with a crippling student debt. In Europe, there are plenty of people who live with their parents well into their twenties and/or until they are financially stable. Why is that not here? It seems parents are eager to boot this adolescent who is just started right out onto the cruel, unforgiving “real world”. To my surprise, these young men and women are often just as exited to go live in a crappy apartment and be broke for five years for what? Their independence? That sounds stupid. The only thing I have to lose from staying at home for a few extra years is the respect of a lot of my peers. Maybe my family. That’s gonna sting. What is ideal for a society is to pick up the young; so that in forty years, when you’re dead, and they’re old, they can pick up the new young. Maybe the idea that long hours and few to no vacation days is something that Americans will get off their criteria for “standard work ethic” must be just wishful thinking.

This is a vent I continue every time the future worries me, maybe you should start one too. It keeps me thinking, motivated, and is weirdly therapeutic for my future worries.