I know this is probably not the appropriate site to be asking, but since we are a community and I'm half asleep I guess I'll try. Also this is directed more to the 18 19 20+ people, but if you have any ideas I guess share.
Ok, so I'm 20. I just finished my 4th semester of university (2 years). Every year I get older I feel like my time is running out faster. (does that sound right?) I feel like I'm getting less of what I want to do done and just grinding through the daily routine. But faster and faster as the weeks progress. It's this looming, anxious feeling I can't shake. That I'm going to look back and regret the time that flew by, and I've already started looking back and wondering where my time went. I'm not doing anything much different then lets say 4 years ago, just going to school. Or maybe I feel this way because I am doing the same thing? In the same city? I have no idea.
Has anyone else had this inexplicable feeling? Something like it? Sorry for the vague nature of my question.
I know that feel, brah.
Sometimes, it just feels as if the big, bad world is looming out there, and you've got that unshakeable feeling that you're completely bumfucked. And it's like, a pressure. There's enormous pressure to succumb to the norm. It's kinda like you have to work hard to fit into some sorta tedium that the rest of the populace are in. But it's hard. Where do I go? By doing the same ol', same ol', are you just frittering your life away?
Is that what you mean? Like, personally, I have these moments where I just look back on myself, and my adherence to a routine, and feel as if I'm racing some clock. Where I really have nothing to worry about. It's like, it's both clear what you have to do in live, but it's also up in the air.
I'm in the same boat as you. Nothing has really changed in my life over the past four years. I'm still just going to school. It's just another load of work till another big rush; another test, another small but significant hurdle - and then just meaningless coasting, until the next grind.
I know I'm not being very coherent here; I'm tired as well. But I think I know where you're coming from.
Sometimes, I just feel as if I'm working away to an unachievable goal. Like, I'm just running outta time before I'm thrust into real life. I guess it's apprehension about entering the workforce, you know? It's like, you've done all this studying, this mooching off your parents, all this work, and then you're thrown up into the air, where nothing's really certain. And it feels like as soon as you get an oppurtunity, an opening - a secure place - it's just going to be more coasting. But of a good kind.
It's like you're on an unstoppable train to a melacholic place which, will likely end well, but more than likely (or at least, in your mind) go belly-up.
I sound like I'm on the world's greatest batch of tweedle doo right now, but I get what you feel. Perhaps I am projecting my own personal, rather insignicant woes into your concept, but I get where you're coming from.
If you like, PM me or catch me on Mumble and we can talk. I'm struggling to put this into words. In some ways, I'm a more convincing orator than I am a writer. Or is that the other way round?
But I agree with McFar in that it's good to travel. Travel broadens your horizons and do anything from relax you from engaging you, or even teaching you something new.
I talk about it often, but I went to Japan for 3 weeks on a language study trip with a bunch of me mates, and it was really refreshing. It was interesting to be chilling in another country, where everything is vaguely similar, but contained with small, everyday marvels, that just challenge your conceptions. More so than anything, it was a nice break. It freed up my tedium and gave me a new (alas, temporary) lease on my life, I guess. That's a bit deep and meaningful, but whatevs.
So, yeah.