When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president or in my case...princess.
When we were ten, they asked us again and we answered - rockstar, cowboy, or in my case, gold medalist. But now that we've grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how 'bout this: who the hell knows?!
This isn't the time to make hard and fast decisions, it's time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Fall in love - a lot. Major in Philosophy 'cause there's no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent.
So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask us again what we want to be... we won't have to guess. We'll know.
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chocolatefrog