Dear World

Dear world,
I’m not sure if I’m ever going to live up to my full potential.  I think I have too much potential. We all do, really.  What is the human condition if not potential? There are so many things I could do with my life that I’ve become overwhelmed by the vertigo of my own possibilities.  I’m so idealistic that before I can ever really accomplish something, I think of something else that I could do better, that would be more interesting, that would mean more.  Everyone always told me I could be anything I wanted to be, but that’s the problem. What I want to be changes all the time.  I can’t imagine ever having one job for the rest of my life.  It’s not that I’m lazy or unmotivated; it’s exactly the opposite.  I want to be everywhere, to see everything.  I want to be free, and to carry that freedom to everyone around me.  You might call me the typical college student, changing majors every year, transferring schools, fickle and rootless, but it’s so much more than
that.  If I let myself be put in a box, I’m afraid I’ll eventually find myself at the end of my life unfulfilled and only half alive, like so many people I see around me. I’m not trying to make excuses for my apparent flightiness. It’s just a part of who I am. I guess I just want you to understand me. I thought you should know.
Love,  me