What if I was able to change the world? What if I was able to stop every bad thing
occurring in this universe all at once? If only I could stop mankind inhumane ways, but I
can’t; instead everyone has to endure the cruelty of the human race. If only things were
simple like they were when the dinosaurs roamed the Earth, or when cavemen were figuring
out what fire was, or even when I was a child and my biggest worry was picking out what
candy I wanted, but no, know the world views me as an adult. Am I ready to be called an
adult? Every pre-teen in this world awaits the day they turn eighteen, but what is so great
about it? Voting? Freedom? No, the only thing that comes with being a legal adult is more
responsibility. We have to get jobs to get through college with as little debt as possible. We are
now legally charged as adults in any crime we are to commit. Not that I, or anyone else for
that matter, wants to commit a crime. There is no one holding our hands, reminding us what
to do, or correcting our mistakes. We our now held accountable for our actions, and that is
terrifying. The thought that no one but me can be blamed for what I do scares me in every
way possible. Before if I did something wrong it would be a teacher or a parents being
blamed, now the weight of my world falls on my shoulders, not my parents. Now, entering
college, having to pick a major that will possibly alter the course of my life, deciding what will
become of me in the future is what I have to look forward now. I wish I could be a child
again, but I can never go back to a world of simplicity. Why I ever wanted to become an
adult, I don’t know, but that was foolish of me. I shouldn’t have believed how T.V. portrayed
an adult. All of that is fiction. This is reality, the thought that in a couple of months, I will be
on my own; no more home cooked meals, or laundry being done for me, no one ironing my
clothes, or paying for me. Everything is changing, and that change is coming fast. It’s hard to
handle, but I have to manage through. All my plans have changed, the college I will now be
attending was never one that I would think of applying to many years ago. If everything is
based on a system of fate, then I believe I will have great disappointments in life, not because
I am a horrible person, or have done bad things, I just could have done things better. If my
past self could see me now, I don’t think they’d want me to be their role model, and each day I
try to change, but there are so many obstacles that stand in the way of that. If I could
accomplish everything that I had planned eight years ago for myself, become valedictorian,
straight A, full ride to college, boyfriend, pretty much everything everyone in high school
wishes for I would be pleased in some weird sitcom teenage reality sort of way, but at this
point nothing is possible. Destiny and Fate are cruel and could care less for peoples’ plans and
dreams, but instead tear you down in every way possible, but in the end your a better person
than you were before.
