The Architect

I didn’t know nerves until I started my first day of my senior year of college. Until that sunny September day, I had never had an identity crisis. But the first step into the cool, dimly lit library, I felt my perception of life change. The truth was I had spent my entire life thinking I had wanted to follow in my father’s footsteps and become an architect, when now I was having second thoughts. I had been dreaming of the day I made my debut in my father’s company when I would quickly become the star of the show. 

But now, standing in the door of the library, I quickly realized this was not the case. It was my father’s dream. What would happen if I backed up right now and never came back? Never finished my degree? Finally pursued what I wanted to pursue? The real question was – what did I actually want to do with my life? I knew what my parents would thing and what they would do if I didn’t finish my degree. I slowly entered the library and headed toward my favorite table. I had to suck it up and finish my degree. The truth would never mask the pain I would soon encounter.