19 years old
Not quite old enough to drink
Not quite old enough to rent a car
But I'm old enough to choose my president
I'm old enough to decide the career I want for the rest of my life
I'm forced into a situation
Of choosing my path
Of finding who I am
Of knowing who I want to be
I can't even decide what I want to wear in the morning
I can't decide what I want to eat for breakfast, lunch, dinner
How do you expect me to know, what I want to do 50 years from now?
Technology continuously grows
Changing the times
Which leads to change in the economy, in the communication, in the culture
What happens if I chose a career
Then it has been phased out
I'm in debt
I'm empty
I'm lost
I'll be 30 years old
But 19 again
So many options
So many careers
So many
So many
So many
So many options and I'm drowning
How do I chose?
How do I decide at 19 years old?
How do I decide?
And how dare you?
How dare you force me to know?
How dare you force me to decide?
You call me a 'millennial'
You claim my generation is the cause of your economic downfall
You claim my generation is the cause of so much change
Have you considered,
We have watched what you do?
We have learned from your mistakes?
We have learned
And we refuse to go down the same path
I am 19 years old
I don't know who I will marry
I don't know where I'll be in 1, 5, or 10 years
I do not know
And I believe that's okay
I'm just venting because I'm frustrated with trying to decide my college major/minor