As we edge ever closer to graduation, the quandaries that face us shift. It's a strange transition, certainly. Our worries no longer lie in the backhand whispers of the hallways, or the cute girl in your math class; our worries are actually becoming relevant in the real world, and to some, that's rather unsettling.
No more petty worries of trivialities can haunt us; instead the daunting future cackles, looks at your plans and giggles. The decisions we make now will affect us the rest of our days, and the comfortable safety nets sturdily strung below us since birth tears wide, and the wind is blowing vehemently.
Some will be hauling off to college, some are joining the ranks of the military, some are working their fast food jobs, and many have no damn idea what they'd like to do with their lives.

Graduation is like the emergence of a sprout through soil; the wind (parents) may try to impose itself upon the innocent young sprout, blowing wildly one way, and it may even bend the virgin stem whichever way it pleases. The weak sprouts will bend and grow with the direction of the wind, happily submissive to a seemingly omniscient force. But the strong will peer at the wilted weak, and decide to grow their own direction. And it will be damn hard to grow against the wind, but the strong would rather grow a healthy, independent inch on its own, then growing a foot, twisted by the haughty winds.
So please, separate your desires from those of your parents. If there is any right time to be a little selfish and think about what YOU want, now is the time. Opportunities peer from every fissure, every door, every window, and following the extended pointer finger of your guardians helps no one in the long run.
So don't isolate your mind from the endless possibilities of this curious world. Not knowing what you want is okay; just remember to march to the beat of your own drum, because at the end of the day, you won't be happy because you did what people told you to do.