I'm at a point in my life where my boundless sense of possibility has not yet been destroyed by the demands and realities of life, but where I realize that it's soon going to be.
I go through my life thinking that I can do any number of things. I've considered being a triple major at Berkeley, for goodness sakes. You and I both know that there's no way that I'm going to do this, but it's still incredibly amazing to be able to look at my future and not see a set of constraints. In my optimistic imagination, I'm still limitless. There is nothing in my life that's telling me that I can't do the things I want to do.
But there's a large part of me that knows that life isn't like that. That I have to pick what I want to specialize in now, and then live my life out as a means to an end. That doesn't sit that well with me, because I can't imagine a time in my life where I'll be tied down. Part of the reason I'm planning on going to so much graduate school is because I can't imagine not being in an environment where I'm learning new information daily, and have the opportunity of a lifetime ahead of me.
It's actually rather depressing, knowing that now, at eighteen, my life's possibilities will simply decline as time passes.
