So, What Next??

After that last post, I went offline, got a drink, got drunk, wasted, actually, and now I'm back.
Well, no.
I stayed online, and looked at pictures and read up articles for a project I'm supposed to do sometime this week. While I was at that, I was wondering.
What happens next?
I study,
Probably, hopefully get an average of 80%
Maybe graduate with psychology and maybe become a psychologist.
And then what?
I used to dream of life after school.
Everyday a different adventure, every road holding a surprise around its next corner.
I wanted to travel the world, see different places, meet people, write for little kids, and maybe show them that life isn't all about slogging and working.
I wanted to sing my own tunes, dance with the fairies (yes, I believe they exist), sleep under the stars aboard a little boat on a lake somewhere.
Swim with the dolphins, talk to the wind, gallop with horses, unlock every deep desire of my heart.
I wanted to live among the stars, hear their stories, surf the galaxy, and decide my own eventual destiny.
I wanted to fly far into the horizon, I wanted to float on my back and dream about the lands in the clouds above.
I wanted to do things my parents have never dreamt of, bungee jump, go to a club and get wasted, backpack across Europe, relive my life, meet all my old friends, kiss the perfect guy under the stars with the sound of music in the background, live life by my rules, for the first time in my life.
Just imagine it, no parents, teachers, adults, or anyone to tell you what to do with your day.
Sigh...dreams.
But that's no the way things work here.
Study, graduate, get married, live life in the same continuous rut that your mum, and her mum before her have always lived in. It's a gift handed down through the ages.
The stars will keep on shining without me, the world has to wait.
Travelling to new places, sure! A new bus-stop this morning, or a different railway station...
Those kids will have to wait. Life IS all about slogging, and working, and sticking to it, no matter how much you hate it, or how much you'd rather be under the full moon in Paris.
A few lucky people get to live their dreams.
The rest of us just get lost in the crowd of others like us, who dreamt big, and now have nothing but the daily rut.