When You Feel Lost...No One Will Help.

As you grow up, the eternal struggle becomes what are you going to do with the rest of your life? Do you go to college? Do you start working in the family business? Start a family? What do you do if you feel like the only one who can't make a decision?

That's exactly where I and millions of others stand. For me, the dilemma is what do I actually want to do in college? What do I ultimately want to achieve my degree in? For some, it's do I fit in? Others, it's how do I explain I want to do something other than what my family has determined? That's how one becomes stuck.

Right now, I'm a journalism major. A few months ago, I could tell you a list of reasons why I chose journalism and ditched English. Having taken one class, I feel lost and confused as to why I thought it was the best choice. Mostly, I thought if I was a journalism major, I would lose the fear of talking to people. Two months into my first class, I am just as bad as I was before. I also love learning and viewing all sides of the story, but as I've learned, journalists think differently. The way I've learned it, I think too rationally to be a journalist. I'd rather not die for a story than interview an alleged criminal who claims to actually be innocent. I'd rather not die in a foreign country because what I'm saying isn't agreeable with that country's politics.

Everyone has been told to follow their dreams. Problem is, how many actually do just that? One assignment for my journalism class is to write about our dream job. I don't know if I write about the dream job I sell for appearances, or the one that really exists in my heart. I tell people I'd love to be on a major news channel, as reporter, anchor, or contributor. What I really want is to act. To get the chance to show people the depths and layers that exist under the almost anti-social exterior. That's something that's never been supported by my parents and something I could never tell them is my real passion. That's why so many people don't follow their dreams. They don't have a support system behind them, telling them that they can do whatever they want.

That's where the stuck feeling comes in. Do I switch majors for the third time? Do I actually give up the potential for a real job for something that will probably never happen? Am I really just doing this because I don't want the learning experience to end? Questions are abound in my head, but with no one to talk to, that's where they forever rest. Just like with millions of other people.