overwhelmed.

don't you ever find it all even just a tad overwhelming? choosing what you kind of want to do with your life, i mean. when i think of infinite paths i can pave and forge into, i start to tense up, my head spins and i just feel like avodiing the subject all together cause this tidal wave of amazing and thriling options comes barreling at me, and i've got nothing to protect me. sometimes i grab a surfboard and ride that wave for a little while, just look at one option at a time, but soon enough my imagination goes in overdrive and naturally i lose my footing and come tumbling down into the water gasping for air. now, it sounds like it all stresses me out waaay too much, but i feel like it's cause there's so much excitement, so many amazing people to meet, place to visit and memories to make, i don't know which way to turn. Think of all the options we have, we could go into space and land on the moon, play concerts for thousands of screaming fans, fight fires and save human beings lives,  solve mysteries, be on soap operas, design clothing, walk tightropes, revive dying people, help kids gorw and learn ect ect ect ecccccttt. I mean, at this point in my life it feels like every door is open, slowly trying to entice me in. I have this problem where everything seems to appeal to me, like everything. I mean my main destination is to be a theatre actress, but man, why on earth did i have to pick one of the most difficult careers to get into. i'm a pretty darn realiststic person, and some nights when i just think of how slim my chance are i'm not gonna lie a couple crying fests spontaneously erupt. but i have to, i have no choice in the matter, there's nothing more have or will ever feel more strongly about. but sometimes there are other desires, i would love to runaway with the circus and be a clown or trapeeze artist, or to be a broadcast journalist in the big city, or be a jazz singer in little obscure nightclubs lit only by candles, or teach little munchkins how to act, or just travel the world and embrace the beauty we all seem to neglect, or design or style clothing, or write for an underground magazine that writes to it's reader as if their an intellectual and not a boycrazy sexdriven thirteen year old hoe, or own my own vinatge clothing store full of amazing dresses you'd find nowhere else, or about a million other things. All i know is that each path has it's ups and downs, has it's crazy memorable moments and it's boring bland moments aswell, but eah path is unique and whichever one i, and you decide to take, is perfect. it's not perfect as it's without flaws, but it's the one we felt strongly enough to pursue, so it's perfect. plain and simple. the future should be embraced, not avoided.