I have spent all 6 weeks of my Winter Break with a constant worry about my future lingering in the back of my mind. Maybe "worry" isn't the right word...fear? uneasiness..is that a word?
But I've recently came to the conclusion that no matter how much I stress about what I'm doing with my life, where will I be in 5 years...that the fact is just that: 5 years from now, I will be somewhere, doing something. Maybe I'll be happy, maybe not, but regardless of what I decide now, I will still exist, and is that not the "point" of life?