As I reach the next major fork in life, I cannot help but approach it with immense fear and trepidation. As one sheltered from the harsh realities of life, I feel like I’m 19 all over again. The age of crossing from the simple life to the slightly more convoluted life. SMU has given me a taste of the real world, but is has not piqued my senses, instead it has left me with mere cynicism and a whole lot of fear. Now, as it approaches the time for me to step out into the real world, to face the realities of life, to move into the realm of freedom and responsibilities, I feel unprepared. Freedom. Responsibilities. I cannot begin to describe my confusion with the terms. The juxtaposition leaves me floundering. I’m 19 all over again and I don’t know what to expect.
