Meditations of a Young Adult

Mediations of a Young Adult Let me tell you briefly about topics I’ve encountered in my life. But first, a warning. I am about to present a single linear story. One point of view, one interpretation. The complete truth requires input from all those involved. With that aside, let me begin. Education I am steadfast about one decision I felt was right: my education. If I could go back to high school graduation, I would still be attending my alma mater and obtaining my master’s. Make no mistake about it. Higher education is a precondition to self-liberation. Relationships I avoid relationships like the plague. I’ve yet to find people dependable in my life. However blunt it feels, it’s true. I’m not saying there are no responsible people in my life. That would be false. I’m saying that as a collective whole, most have failed to be reliable. I don’t want to be hurt. Ergo, I avoid getting close to people. Pragmatist I’ve realized that people are inherently selfish. Our capitalistic society is to blame. Most of society follows convention without thinking it through. The best illustration I can think of is a shepherd herding his sheep. They all follow mindlessly until predators pick them off. Sometimes I just sit back, watch people make poor choices, and watch the outcome unfold. Like watching a train approach an intersection with a stalled car in the middle. I don’t pretend to know the way or path in life. But I am cognizant of the past enough to know that some things don’t work, for good reason. If the conventions of society don’t appeal to you, don’t do it just because everyone else is doing it. It’s most likely the “easiest” path because people think they know where it ends (wishfully thinking it leads to happiness). The typical adult in their mid-20s is still trying to figure out what they want to be, or if they even want to be. Having a child won’t solve it. Only complicate it. Dreams I was always assured that if I worked hard and followed through on my commitments and obligations to reach my goals, I would someday reach the final end road. The truth is I faithfully stayed committed to my education and community, and earned experience I thought was relevant. Yet I’m left wondering when all this hard work pays off. Perhaps five, ten, fifteen years from now? If that’s the case, don’t expect me to be lying in wait. I’ll probably have moved on to something more meaningful. Perhaps I’ll start building a farm, or building my dream home by a lake.