My uncle and his partner visited us for dinner on Saturday evening, and during the course of the meal I was asked the inevitable “So Matt, you’re 20 now, what do you want to do with your life?”
My answer seemed inadequate. I admitted that I didn’t know.
I was told that I should.
I can’t say that that is something I agree with. Why should I know? Just because I’m 20? What’s so different from being 19? It could just be a single day. Has anyone ever woken up on the morning of their 20th birthday and realised that they’ve finally found their life’s purpose?
You don’t create your life first and then live it. You create it by living it.
We cannot become defined by our age. It’s not like there are things that everyone should and should not know about the direction their life will take by a certain age. We all grow at different rates. Age doesn’t define maturity, intellectualism or wisdom. I’m still learning.
Anyhow they insisted that by simply going to university (regardless of the course I’d enrol on) I would be in a better position than I currently am. But what they didn’t quite grasp is that I’m happy with things at the moment. In fact, I don’t think they even asked.
Sure, six months down the line I might no longer be content with the way my life is going. But that doesn’t make going to university the right decision. For starters, I don’t know what I’d study. I’ve thought about it a lot, but nothing comes to mind. And don’t even get me started on what I’d do after. I haven’t got a clue. But perhaps more importantly for me, three years is a long time to concede as are the £9000pa tuition fees.