So you’re trudging along through life, everything is going fairly swimmingly. You’ve been getting good grades throughout your academic career. You have a lovely group of friends, and you crystallise that friendship by going out every now and then and drunkenly saying things you will regret. You spend more money that you should, but it’s okay because the things you’re buying are every day essentials. You know: shoes, clothes, facials.
Then, one day, you realise that actually you aren’t that passionate about your degree. You sort of only did it because it was the best choice after your A Levels. And when I say ‘best’, I mean the most academic, least time-wasting choice.
On the same day, you find out that an acquaintance has received a job offer following an internship at a bank. You meant to apply for an internship, but you never got around to it because you could never quite figure out what it was that you were passionate about. Oscar Wilde said,
“Anybody can sympathise with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathise with a friend’s success.”
You have neither a fine nature, nor is she a friend. Facebook friends that you haven’t actually spoken to can’t really be considered friends, can they? Needless to say, you are jealous. How dare she work hard and get a job, whilst you laze about and get nothing?!
Cue tears, sleepless nights and ‘I don’t know what I’m doing with my life’ conversations with The Parents. “It will all be fine,” they say, “we just want you to be happy.” If only you knew what would make you happy. Money or passion? Decisions, decisions.
To be continued…maybe…
Oh and, obviously, none of this is about me.