I have this one distinct memory from when I was a kid, I must have been about five, and my uncle asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. Of course as a five-year-old kid I came up with two solid options, I was either going to become a firefighter or I was going to become an astronaut. But of course as it was, my uncle was not content with this answer and began to inquire why I came up with these specific prospective occupations. My uncle began enlightening me, if you would like to call it that, with his loads of knowledge; “you know astronauts don’t only go to space”, “many firefighters die on the job, are you ready to take that on”, “speaking of death, many astronauts die too”. I didn’t really make much of the conversation at the time except for the fact I was horrified.

Now I think back at this conversation and see the infinite depth in the conversation a little five-year-old was having with his uncle. The conversation was tackling the fundamental nature of economics and the concept of opportunity costs; if you do X you will only make Y and will be unable to do Z. People are mortal, we only have a limited amount of time with which we can do a limited amount of things on this planet, there are no ifs ands or buts about that. It is thirteen years after I first began thinking about what I really wanted to do with my life and as I have started college I am probably more confused then I have ever been. My hope for college is to find just some clarity in the haziness of life.