In which the teenager must make life decisions.

Not for the first time today, the teenager was asked about college course she would begin in the next two years. As this question was hurled upon her, her mind rapidly shook off the rust coating it and began to concoct a somewhat sensible answer.

“Psychology or nursing would be nice” she smiled, blatantly hoping the dullness in her eyes wouldn’t reveal her true thoughts.

Perhaps if the teen had told the withering aunt her true ideals, it would be met with thoughts of ‘ah, she’s one of those radical thinkers.’

Because hidden in the depth of this girls leafy mind there are dreams of changing the world, writing groundbreaking literature, discovering mossy paths in darkened forests. Dreams that if revealed, are received with small smirks and murmurs that “She’ll grow out of it.”

But, I ponder why are we, a generation so young, forced to determine our futures so soon. And if we do decide on a possible career that could provide potential happiness, it is knocked down because we won’t receive ‘a good wage.’

I may be young and naive but there is something terrifyingly worrying about putting so much pressure on the shoulders of the young and inexperienced. And if I see this, shouldn’t my elders?