Starting from some point in my life, I began to hunger for anything I could absorb from my surroundings. I pushed every thought into my mouth and mind. Even as I felt my hands lose their grip on reality, I derived comfort from the information I was blindly consuming. I was filling myself up with this information, but what I was desperately craving was happiness-that spark that people always talk about feeling when they find something they are truly passionate about. I envy those people with eyes that light up when you ask them about what they do for a living, with hands that never stop moving as they explain to you for hours the people they meet and the things they do. I know that there are ropes that tie me to something somewhere. Something that maybe I too will light up when asked about. Something that opens my eyes to the world but also lets me discover myself.

They always say "cut to the chase". They tell us we have to know what we want to do for the rest of our lives as soon as the four year time bomb of high school goes off. But I can't "cut to the chase" even if I wanted to. The detour is so beautiful. I don't want to reach the finish line and regret the things I've missed out on. Don't worry about being left behind. You can always catch up, but you can't turn back time. So appreciate the scenery and laugh with your friends while you're at it.

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"Not all those who wander are lost." - J.R.R. Tolkien