Category : Poems

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Here. I find myself. I discover who I am, but shouldn't I already know? Was that not the purpose of these past 17 years? Knowing who I am, or not, I come face to face with decision-making. Fear. I'll have you know I am not afraid of decisions. I decide every day. I decide what to wear. I decide what to eat. I decide how to sit- to cross my legs one way, or another. It's not fear of the decision I do make, it's fear of not making the right decision. Not picking the right college. Not choosing the right major. Not applying for the right job. Settling. As I look around at people, I find that the world is plagued of "settlers," people that have yet to reach their potential and fullfillment of life. You could say they  have lost their spunk and given up on their dreams. By this, I am not implying  that the small things are not important, like how old people could crochet or sit on the porch all hours of the day. I mean their life defining decisions and career choices influenced them in one direction or another that had led them to settling. Once they began settling for minescule things, the larger things didn't seem terrible, and soon their dreams faded away as the clock ticked on and they are left with nothing but regret. My clock has just begun ticking, and here I  still find myself at the crossroads of decisions...