The 5 Year Plan: I'll Get Back to You in 5 More Years

Alright, so officially summer doesn't come to an end until September 21st, but for all intents and purposes this summer is starting to run out of gas and will surely fall short of the mark.

It seems like it was only a month or so ago that I tossed the books and shenanigans of University aside for another year. Truth of the matter is that was four months and one more summer has officially been pissed down the tubes. While better than the last few that passed before it, summer has a tendency to go by way too fast to really be enjoyable.

There's still a week of full-time work hours to sink and a weekend full of shenanigans to be had, but it already feels like the plug is being pulled on the summer - except for the fact that it's hot as hell out this week.

Come next Wednesday I'll be back with my nose to the grindstone in what should be my final year at University, at least as an undergrad. As for beyond that, I'm still at a bit of a loss. Once I'm done, I don't know what's next, despite how long it's taken for me to get to this point in time.

I'm sure that I'm not the only person who's been asked the next question before:  

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Someone asked me that just over five years ago - and my answer is still more or less the same: Hell if I know, ask me in five years.

I've always been more of a person who goes from day to day. I don't have an ultimate goal in life, no real dreams to speak of; my future is basically a shroud of uncertainty. And that's kind of annoying. I wouldn't say it's because I lack perspective, but more that I lack it in the right places. That or I just haven't had my eyes opened fully yet. I see the world but I don't necessarily see my place in it.

What I can say is that in this past year, I have learned more about myself than I have throughout the rest of these paltry 23 years. 

I've come to a few realizations, changed some of my ways and in general things are somewhat on the up.

Too little too late? Just in the nick of time? Who knows. All I know is that I don't have the time, nor the desire to have to deal with certain types of trivial bullshit anymore. My time would be much better served focusing on other things and less on things that bring me nothing but grief. So consider this is an open letter:

To whom it may concern,

Fuck you.

That is all.

- J.K.A.