What will you do with your life?
Angst and rebellion fueled a wild, uncontrollable child-like spirit in Autumn. She tried to do the right thing most of the time, but found it boring and dull. “Grow up and be an adult!” the actual adults hollered from high atop their soap boxes or thrones, Autumn couldn’t decide which. But why did being an adult have to mean the end of fun and enjoyment, she wondered. “Get a job!” they said. And so she did. But it was not fulfilling. “Go to school” they suggested half-heartedly, but Autumn finished 12 years and could not possibly bring herself to commit another four years of her life to another institution. She did her time. The thought of going to more school, made her want to throw up a little. “Find your purpose in life” they advised, but Autumn was always left wondering, What the hell is that supposed to mean? How am I supposed to know what my purpose in life is. I’m just living here. And where on Earth shall I find purpose? “Raise a family!” they said, but the mere idea seemed too stifling and constraining. Adults, like the ones Autumn knew, seemed to hate everything, had no hope, were completely miserable (but contrarily happy on the outside), and got up early everyday just to do it all over again. She did not know their dreams had already been smashed to bits and pieces. This was not the adult life Autumn wanted. “Soon, time will run out, and then what will you have accomplished?” the adults mused with a twinkle in their eye and a smirk on their lip, terrifying Autumn to her core with the very thought.