Confusion

Life scares me. Maybe "scares me" is an understatement. I don't know what I want out of it. I really don't. I know I'm not the only one. I have friends who stay up till the wee hours of the day, trying to figure out what they want to do. What they want from life.
I want so much from it. Maybe too much. I want to be rich and popular. And I want to travel to exotic locations. I want to do M.S. one day, M.E. the next and M.B.A. on the third day. I want to run away from everyone and never look back. I want to quit college and do something fun. I want to be an entrepreneur. I don't know what I want any more.

There are days when I wish I could clone myself and get the satisfaction of doing everything. Sometimes I wish I could just give up, get married and not have to worry about anything. Or as little worrying as I would do giving up my life's aims and
ambitions.
The worst part, no one is able to help. Or rather I don't listen and take their advice even though I ask.


I wish some divine spirit would intervene and show me what my future would be. Tell me how NOT to be so fickle minded and decide what I want once and for all.