This goes out to the ones..

To "my father wanted me to major in physics"

That was one of the most beautiful pieces of writing I have ever gazed upon


Blink with me
Sullen nights given a new light
Magnificence may betray
But starting your own life may leave behind
A trail of stardust in your way

I chose pyschology because I would be involved with helping people. I was originally an english lit major, but, I found that boring and uninvolved, with myself often losing focus or interest. I wouldnt appreciate it for what it is. I love open ended avenues, and while poetry is one of my foremost loves, teaching someone how to properly use periods and vowels isnt for me, it must be wonderful for some people, but i just am too ansy and impatient. I want to be out there on the front lines, helping everyone with everything. To explain why.. well. I could throw out that I love making people smile, or I think happiness is one of the most underrated and underachieved emotions in our society. But mostly, I want to say I made a difference in someones life.

You are absolutely right, college will never prepare me for the choices I'm going to have to make before its all said and done. Its a template, a start for me to forge my own destiny. what im doing ten years from now will probably in no way be anything like I imagine it in my current state of being. And that makes me happy. Because I feel like theres a point in your life when you must abandon any piece of advice ever given to you, any sugggestion, any logical resolution, and just find out from experience what makes you happy. Not your friends, not your family, but you and you alone. Damn the day that I waste months of myself on another person again. I cant, and I wont. I'm too young to believe in what's fed to me in a corporate spoon. I want my immature nights of dreaming and always wanting more. I'm terrified of settling. I want halo and poetry and self accomplishment without masochism. I want less givens and more hopeful's. I cant be a stargazer for the rest of my life, eventually im going to have to choose the right constellation to create here on earth.
But god be damned
Let me be the last one on the field, with his blanket and binochular's, and let me find the most wonderful shooting star, while everyone else has gone inside to their beds and much more than security blankets. Maybe then I can walk back home, kicking stones and grinning, knowing exactly what I want in life. And never being able to sleep it off.


But why?
Well why not?