Sometimes it seems that growing up isn't all it was once cracked up to be. I used to dream of the days when I would wake up really early, get some of that yucky, no sugar cereal and hit the road to the job of my dreams. Ah, what a life! I was sure that life would be great. Then, it hit me. Choices. Decisions. They really aren't that great. In fact, they can be really hard. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy being able to make these incredible, mature thoughts and doing it all on my own, but sometimes life throws you a curve ball. Those are the interesting times in life. The world suddenly changes from this happy-go-lucky place to the cold desolate tundra in which no one will make these hard life altering option for you. Life is one moment a "lemonade stand" and the next a quick marketing scheme to rip every last cent a bit of dignity that you have worked so hard for the past 2 years. It also seems as if the hardest choices in life are the ones that everyone so nicely states, "That is your life and I can't tell you what to do. You have to make that choice for yourself, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll do the right thing." Who says that? How is the next generation supposed to know what to do if the last one doesn't tell them the right and wrong choices? That is why this nation is so discombobulated. It drives me nuts that we are supposed to know what to do, don't know how and then get a talking to when we make the wrong opinion. Choices are no longer fun. They are no longer freeing, but rather enslaving. I want to go back to the days of choosing cocoa-puffs or cookie crisp. What happened to those days? Now I am choosing where I will live, work, who I will marry, associate myself with, where I will spend money and how much I will spend. I don't think I signed up for all this, I just want to go swimming during the summer, not work and save and think. Choices aren't life's greatest invention and every day the choices get harder. The sweet taste of a choice made correctly at the end of the day makes it all worth it. The ability to pillow one's head at night knowing right was victorious is one of the best feelings in the world, especially when it was your choice that made right... right.