This is what troubles me, yet beautifully, because of the incredible potential and the unpredictability.

I am on a ledge in my life at the moment.

I have recently graduated from school, and as such, feel like following through with my dreams and travelling the world to discover new places, people, and experiences.
But I am absolutely unsure as to what I'm going to do and how I'm going to do it, and this is a nerve-wracking yet incredible state of affairs to be immersed in.

I have so many choices; a literally endless amount to indulge in.
I could quite literally pursue any road I would like... and this makes things beautifully complicated.

Do I hop on a plane with all of most valued personal possessions and say goodbye to this town I grew up in?
Say goodbye to my family, my friends, past lovers, co-workers, former schoolmates, and the strangers that constantly make appearances in the waking dream that is life?

Or do I decide to stay and work? Perhaps purchase or rent my own home here and figure things out from there?

Or do I follow the crowd of my friends all heading off to university on Vancouver Island? Perhaps apply for a college or university on some other part of the continent or the world?

Or should I try my hand at individual dissidence, and simply live entirely for the moment, doing everything for its own sake?

Perhaps I could become some sort of non-violent activist and go across the ocean to protest atrocities that continue to occur, even to this day.

Or I could join the army and fight for my country in a war I do not believe it, hoping to garner 'honor, discipline, and integrity.'

Or I may choose to search for love of all sorts. This would come as a bi-product of any choice I could potentially make, however.

There are many other roads I could, and may very well travel.

And I would very much like to walk down each and every one of them.