Being lost is one of the scariest feeling I've had to face in my short 23 years of life. The image coming to mind is a crossroads. A windy, cold, dark crossroads and you have no idea which path to follow. So many possibilities leading to so many different outcomes. Eventually though, a choice will have to be made.
It all started two months ago when I learned that someone made a decision impacting on MY future, putting everything I had planned in jeopardy. Bye bye double diploma in London, bye bye international career because none of the solutions offered could allow me to do any of those things anymore. And I got mad, real mad because it took me so much time to finally figure out what I wanted to do with my life for the next five years. I think that is what made it so hard for me to move on. I realised that I had followed a steep yellow brick road that eventually led me to an Emerald City ! And I ended up abruptly taking off my green glasses.
I guess what I am trying to say is that we have all been lost at some point and we will probably be many other times. And well, there is no manual that comes with the unknown, explaining to you how to safely overcome it. Although I would be really grateful if someone took the time to write one. I could see something like "The Unknown: how to get yourself out of there in 5 easy steps".
All you and I can do is suck it up, hold on tight and do our best until the sky gets blue again, because eventually the storm will pass and it will get better. At least, that is what I like to tell myself. Because in the end, what else can you do, wait and see ? Yeah, well, thank you but no thank you. That will be without me.
PS: For those interested, I ended up changing school. I now still have the opportunity to take a gap year and try and get in a double diploma program in International Marketing in Aberdeen next year.
