Thinking back to my senior year…

I was thinking back to my senior year, which is like about two years ago at this point, which is INSANE.

Senior year, I actually felt so unmotivated. Which I think is CRAZY, comparing that, to my entire university experience.

Because now, I can say, the unmotivation stems from, not truly being unmovitated and not wanting to do my major, but the feeling of your dream being ripped out from under you…

Whereas senior year, I was just so EXCITED for university, that I was sick (and therefore unmotivated) of high school.

And now it’s ironic. And funny. bitter laugh. bitter pained laugh.

Why in the world, was I excited?

What was all that excitement for?, what was all that excitement about?

Again, the point? The difference it was making? I don’t see any of it…

I like to think of things restrospecitively. I like to analyze the past. I believe, that everything happens for a reason.

What is the reason. Why.