After returning from Europe for the second time, my life got flipped, turned upside down. I brought back souvenirs, pictures, and, oddly enough, an altered perspective of the world around me. I learned more about myself than I could have ever imagined and the world suddenly became a smaller place that I needed to experience to believe. Many warned me that a trip abroad would have this sort of effect but I never really believed it until after I returned. Just a week or so after my arrival, I fell into a rut and it spiraled down into a hole of depression. I began analyzing the status quo of modern society and I questioned the paths in life that most people are expected to follow. There is too much to type in the way of my thoughts but in short, people are expected to go to college, get a job, get married and have kids. To most this seems to be the mathematical equation for success, but do many stop to wonder if it would also equal happiness and fulfillment? With so much responsibility could I really live out my hopes and desires? Could I see the world that now seemed so accessible? Would I eventually knock on death’s door feeling fulfilled and content, or would I leave this world with regrets?
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