The phrase “College will be the best four years of your life” has always made my stomach feel as if it was somersaulting uncontrollably down a mountain and off a cliff.
We often live life as two different people: the person we know all too well, the creature of habit; the one who is predictable and falls into old patterns and trends and imperfections – and the person that we don’t know all that well yet, but we want to; the one who we’ve only met in short bursts of confidence or passion or resolve, but can’t wait to meet again.
Think of it this way: while we can focus on all the distorted tidbits of media that may be a negative influence on us, we can also benefit from the communities that develop on all social media sites.
I wholeheartedly believe that learning is beautiful. It is sensational.
It truly is sad that society has placed so much importance on finding the love of your life and has come up with this sort of unwritten rule that being single equals having a lonely, bitter life.
I believe in some ways we are forever learning who we are through experiences.
The journey to self-discovery is a long one; one that most people haven’t even begun to encounter yet.
The pressure that society, our parents, our peers, and anyone with a pulse and an opinion places on millennials to have it all figured out is crippling.
I made the choice, on a whim, to take myself out to dinner.
When you step out of the space you’ve been in day after day, you get out of the “mental blocks” too. The knots in your head begin to untangle. Suddenly, you don’t mind rolling down the windows to let in the fresh air on the highway.