The Stuff Of Dreams

Has anyone ever noticed that, as kids, we had everything figured out?

We knew what we wanted to do with our lives. We knew wether or not we wanted to get married or have kids. We knew where we wanted to live. We even knew how to go about getting all of this.

How is it that now, on the brink of adulthood, I am more confused than ever? Aren’t things suppose to get simpler as you get older? I have a job. I have insurance. I pay my bills. Why am I not satisfied with where my life is?

Maybe it is because my child-self would kick my ass if she saw me now.