In almost one week it’ll be graduation. Looking back four years ago, it’s like, you had this idea on where you would be by now. So certain of what you’d be doing. Only to find out when the time finally comes you’re probably more lost and uncertain than you have ever been.

I’d be more concerned, but this seems to be a common belief amongst most of my friends. Maybe we’re all just anxious at the uncertainty of what lies ahead. Maybe it’s the realization that we’re actually growing up. Or maybe it’s the realization that not everything in life is so linear. Whatever it is, I don’t think it actually matters. As long as this next chapter isn’t so bleak and is filled with adventure.