Sounds like crowds of people asking, "Are you happy what you're doing?"
Enough.
Enough ambiguously phrased one-line journal entries. Enough bland and tasteless literature. Enough manilla life.
That statement made, I find myself again at an em passe. What have I to say?
I'm worried. I am worry. Worried about the future. The future that is so much as yet uncertain. (Oh, to know. To put the pieces of determination together in the right order and finally see.) My work this summer has brought me in contact with some sad individuals: thirty-somethings still working in food service, twenty-something college dropouts (or high school dropouts) with children's mouths to feed on a waitress's salary. It's so easy (it would seem) to become trapped in the working world. Locked into a cycle of bills and payments with no room for escape, for life.
I'm almost done with college. A year. Year and a half at most. I'll have a degree. Philosophy/English. Have I wasted my time here, as so many parents and "realists" have said? I hope not. I have learned. I have questioned and found answers, answers that hide more questions. I have understood. I have become educated. What I have not done is made my way towards a piece of paper that guarantees me a job.
But there's still time, right? I'm still young? I don't need a career by twenty-two?
I think I can support myself on a teacher's salary. (It's not as though I have anyone else to worry about)
I'm sick and tired of being terrified.
Ah well.
Enough ambiguously phrased one-line journal entries. Enough bland and tasteless literature. Enough manilla life.
That statement made, I find myself again at an em passe. What have I to say?
I'm worried. I am worry. Worried about the future. The future that is so much as yet uncertain. (Oh, to know. To put the pieces of determination together in the right order and finally see.) My work this summer has brought me in contact with some sad individuals: thirty-somethings still working in food service, twenty-something college dropouts (or high school dropouts) with children's mouths to feed on a waitress's salary. It's so easy (it would seem) to become trapped in the working world. Locked into a cycle of bills and payments with no room for escape, for life.
I'm almost done with college. A year. Year and a half at most. I'll have a degree. Philosophy/English. Have I wasted my time here, as so many parents and "realists" have said? I hope not. I have learned. I have questioned and found answers, answers that hide more questions. I have understood. I have become educated. What I have not done is made my way towards a piece of paper that guarantees me a job.
But there's still time, right? I'm still young? I don't need a career by twenty-two?
I think I can support myself on a teacher's salary. (It's not as though I have anyone else to worry about)
I'm sick and tired of being terrified.
Ah well.