Life After College (Post 8)

So here I am at the end of my journey. I’m about to finish my Bachelor’s degree and take stock of who I am and what I will do afterwards. But I don’t see it. I don’t see the person your suppose to be after college or the one thing that is suppose to jump out at you that yells do me for the rest of your life. And that really bothers me because I’m afraid unless I keep pushing on to finish my Master’s degree and keep looking for that one thing, I’ll end up getting swept up in the mob of society and forced into some mediocre job doing something I like just enough to get by that pays just enough not to quit. Somewhere where I lose my ability to take a risk to dream where I simply live and accept what life has given me. I’ve seen so many people where that’s happen to them. People I would have never once believed of being capable of settling and giving up on their dreams. I just can’t imagine it, it seems like the shock of that would be so numbing that it would jolt them back from the brink. But I imagine the loss of one’s dreams is far more insidious. You make a compromise here, a ‘decision’ there that’s for ‘the best’ there… and then it’s only a hop, skip, and jump away from the end. Where one day you’ll get around to that, except it’s always one day and never today. I’m determined for that not to be me, but sometimes I feel so helpless against the wave of necessity that is life. Where you have to have money to survive in a world of practicality that has no time for those who dream of what things may come. They expect you to punch your time card, do your work for eight hours, and punch out on time so they don’t have to pay you overtime. Devoid of any creativity or individualism I would suspect they’d much prefer robots to people. I’m no Marxist and I abhor the ideology, but to a certain extent I do believe Capitalism has sucked the soul of society. And the sad part is nobody noticed.