None Whatsoever

I come to a point of existential dread must be had in the early 20s. What is my role in this world? What is my voice amidst the chaos of politics, amidst the millions of views expressed on the internet and social media, amidst a competitive world that may offer better alternative than me?

I consume myself in my degree. I don't know what other interests I have; I either found my passion in life with law or  a life-consuming subject that will make me regret my decisions. I hope not to regret it, I hope I will be able to find time to allow myself to fall in love with life itself and with what I can do. Perhaps a glimpse of hope may appear when I do what I love; but can life let me do so?

I wish to write and travel in summery warm beaches to freezing cold mountains. I wish to dance in filthy London clubs and also in the most elegant galas that Paris can offer. I wish to draw in the museums of Madrid and the architecture of Barcelona; to read in a quiet cafe in Prague and live the history of Berlin. I only wish my friend would be there, to stare at life, to stare at the earth with me; and feel the wonder of human kind and the beauty of knowledge and the gift of time before us.