Losing sight of the finish line.
I was recently asked: “What do you want to do in life?” I responded: “I don’t even know anymore.”
We have become so fixated on our immediate commitments that we lose sight of what all those commitments were meant for. I am too caught up in my weekly quizzes, midterms next week, my diet, what the fuck a chair conformation for cyclohexane is, or even if I’ll make the bus home that I find myself forgetting what I really came to the UW for and why I slave myself here everyday.
Hmph. Remember when as a kid, it was so easy to say “I wanna be an astronaut/fireman/doctor/lawyer when I grow up!”
