Throughout the seventeen years of my life, I have just gone with the flow. I lived a passionless existence, never really having a desire for anything. I was, honestly, a little jealous of the people who knew exactly what they wanted to do with their future. I felt embarrassed that I seemed to be the only one who, in high school, still did not know what to do with themselves. Good grades came easily to me and I felt I had all the choices in the world, but what? A lawyer? A doctor? I feared just choosing something. I didn’t want to end up bored, I wanted to be stirred like the others around me. Then one day, I felt it. A tiny spark. The sting of excitement. Nervousness coursed through me. I doubted myself. Could I do it? What if I fail? I pushed
