Progress
For some reason I thought of a guy who did an internship at the bank the very same time I did. He was a sopohmore at UCSD at the time, I believe and it was the summer before I first attended UCSD. Needless to say that he was a complete asshole. He was Russian and a former student of La Jolla Country Day. (A very rich private school in La Jolla) Normally something like this would take me in the direction of lamenting this poor soul, however instead it got me thinking about progress. I have come a long way since High School, not just change, but progress. Why then do things not seem better? In fact, things are scarier and more depressing than ever. It feels more like regression. Am I progressing? If so how much? Why does it not feel that way? Where am I going? How am I going to get there? What does the future hold in store for me? Better yet... what doesn't it hold in store for me?