We somehow got on the topic of what we’d do if we knew we only had 5 years to live.  And they all said they’d drop out and go to Europe and adventure and shit.

And I said I’d stay in school.  But I’d definitely change my major to something else that I really wanted to do forever.  I said I’d changed it to, like, Musical Theater or something.  Cuz we have that program here.

And then it kinda hit me and one of my other friends.  Like, why does it take our inevitable death to force us to do what we want?  Like, shouldn’t I be doing nice, fulfilling things regardless?

Idk.  It just kinda depressed me.  Like, if I was going to die, I’d want to have done the things I really wanted to do.  And I mean, I like my major and stuff… but it’s not, like, my PASSION.  It was just a startling realization about my life and how I am definitely not doing the things that I really wanna do, but how it’s also kinda late in life to change things around.

It sucks.