It never ends

A few years ago when I was in school I often thought about how wonderful going to college in America would be.

I would be putting my brilliant mind to work while studying, stimulating my mental faculties, socialising with good looking people, having a good time with those people, having the freedom of being spared from the mercy of parental control, or even perhaps exploring love. I could drive my own car, go home as late as I like, learn all the things that interest me, make friends with whomever I chose to without judgment. I would be having such a great time, and all the time. In addition the thought of going to a renowned private institution sounded so glamorous.

But life is not always a bed of roses.

What if you discover that really, your mind isn't as brilliant that you thought it was. The disgust of your own mind fills you as you realise that you are no more intelligent than people of the lowest common denominator, which you always despised. You realise that you do not really like the people you meet as you lack commonality with them. You think that learning would make to salvage the situation, but alas, your parents force you to major in something you dislike.

So you find solace in going out. But wait, driving is a potential danger on the road and huge hassle to be dealt with. You thought coming home as late as you wanted was great until you found out that there were night muggings constantly. You live in fear of your surroundings.

You wished you never left home at all.

Then now you wished you had a nice, glamorous job in a big city, where transportation will not be a problem. Where you can make all the money you like and spend it.

When realities of grey skies overcast your like, thoughts of fantasy can only mollify your spirits.

So the cycle begins, and when will it ever end.