On Being Indecisive

Today, I decided to skip breakfast just because I couldn’t decide what I wanted to eat. If this doesn’t show you how indecisive I can get, I don’t know what will. Now at my age there are expectations, I should at least have an inkling of what I want to do for the rest my life, at least narrow down my career options. But how am I, somebody who cannot decide what to eat for breakfast supposed to make decisions that may significantly affect my future.

The worst part is that there are so many people in my class who know exactly what they want, they have even begun working towards their goals. The career counselling sessions haven’t been of much help, they have just further impressed upon me what I don’t want to do with my life rather than tell me what I want to do.

Giving in my subject options for next year is proving to be more difficult than I ever imagined, thankfully I have a couple of months left to decide. It’s the bigger decisions that are scarring me, as of now I have no idea what I want to do tomorrow forget about knowing what I will want to do ten years later. For now this is all I can say                                                                                                                     “I’m not sure what I’ll do, but-well I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.”                                   F. Scott Fitzgerald.