The Future

What would I do if I woke up one day, having graduated, with no job and zero skills and no future? I believe that without confronting this fear, I will continue having these demons inside that prevent me from accepting the heavenly hand that guides us all; I will never surrender to the journey of a thousand li and find my rightful place in this universe.

I believe this sense of urgency for us undergrads handcuffs us into some sort of belief, that we must conform to some measure of success. Whether that be going to med school, working at some firm representing the pinnacle of the field we are in, or whatever.

Inside me, I believe that true success is always in reach, as long as one possesses a flame of curiosity and indulges in his intellectual passions, which drives the flywheel of iteration and upskilling. But this belief contradicts with an innate fear that all will be lost after graduating.

I finally realized what an intellectual paradise school was after entering college. But at the same time, a pressure has emerged that threatens my childish optimism of life. Every day, I fear that my optimism will be extinguished as I plunge into the hell of the real world, which will break the spell school and my parents' financial support has cast on me.