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by Jennifer Bowman
Life is one big overused, cliché expression. You kind of know what you're going to get, but tend to try to ignore it in order to realize that whoever said it probably has good intentions in mind.
That probably doesn't make much sense, but to me in my attempts to be witty, it does. I have recently been wondering what to really make of my life, or rather, how to go about reaching that conclusion.
I have the fortune (or misfortune) of knowing exactly what I want out of life. Some people don't really understand that, but if you know me at all, you know that I a.) have an opinion about everything and b.) know exactly what I want. It comes with being a somewhat spoiled but very outspoken person. What this means is that my problems don't come with figuring out what I want out of life, but how to accomplish my goals and dreams to achieve that. Most people my age have no idea what they want, not really, and they have a slow, but fun adventure of adulthood and its mysteries ahead of them. But no, not me.
I'm just about grown up - I mean, really grown up. I need to mature a bit more, emotionally and mentally, and of course, make lots and lots of money in order to get what I want out of life. I've already bitten the bullet on life and it takes a while for me to understand that not everyone else stands on the same pedestal as me.
I guess I still have that "youthful sense of adventure" but I really think that I'm a lot more ready for adulthood than my peers. Not to say that I'm more mature or anything, because that's certainly not the case, but like I've said multiple times, I just know almost exactly what I want out of life. The problem is figuring out how to get there.
My boyfriend Daniel doesn't even know what he wants to be when he grows up. I admit I get frustrated when I think about this, because I've been driven my whole life to be very ambitious. The way I view things, if I get this ambition/career/money thing taken care of early, I don't have to worry about money later, and I can probably retire early and live wherever I want in the future.
But is it necessarily wrong to take life at a slower pace? One of those big, overused, cliché expressions tells us to "Stop and smell the roses." Well, I did, and now I want my own rose garden of every color, complete with a hired gardener. I will take every step to achieve that. Maybe that person standing there, still smelling the roses, is happier for the moment, but I think I can be happier in the future.
I'm not saying that everyone should view life in this perspective; I'm saying that I do, and I think I'm going to be very content in the future. Now, if only God ignores my silly, empty wishes every time I woefully lament some minor situation by exclaiming "I wish I was dead!"…..please, I don't really mean it.
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