Idea for this post taken from this prompt.
Dictionaries define the word “bumble” as a verb referring to the act of moving, acting, or speaking in an awkward or confused manner.
Sometimes I feel like I am the epitome of the word “bumble”. I think back on choices I have made over the years, and I realize that my path to finding myself has not been a straight line, but a meandering path with a lot of dead ends and backtracks. I think back on even the littlest things, and I wonder: what if I had stuck with band class in sixth grade instead of quitting after just a couple of days? What if I had taken that driver’s education class? What if I had said yes to that boy who had asked me to go to a dance with him when I was 14 and not bowed to the pressure of my parents (who thought I was too young at the time)? What if I hadn’t dropped out of college? What if I had been able to find steady work? What if I’d been more assertive about myself and my ideas and opinions? And even now, I see so many possibilities for my future, but my own personal path has so many forks in the road that I don’t know how to go about it. In my 30 years so far, I have bumbled through my life without so much of an idea of where I want it to go. And it bugs the crap out of me.
It bugs the crap out of me because I know I should be doing better things. It bugs the crap out of me because I feel like I should’ve already had an idea of what I want to do with my life now. It bugs the crap out of me because I feel like I’ve disappointed my family. It bugs the crap out of me because I feel like I’ve disappointed myself.
I don’t know if it’s just me, or if it’s a common view in my generation. Why do so many of us have such a lack of personal fulfillment? How do we deal with all these crossroads in our lives and pick a path that not only leads to self-sufficiency but also to self-fulfillment? How do we make our own lives and preserve our happiness at the same time? Do we have to sacrifice happiness to become self-sufficient or can we have both? How can we escape the constant feeling of bumbling through life and actually take control?
Unfortunately, I don’t have an answer for that question right now, but there is one thing I have figured out in my first 30 years so far: it’s okay to not know all the answers. Hopefully, my not knowing doesn’t resign itself to complacency and results in my life ending with no purpose, meaning, or fulfillment. I hope to be able to answer that question someday. I hope a lot of people in my generation going through the same challenges are able to answer that question as well.