I am a rising junior in college. I have worked extremely hard all of my life. I was always told that doing well in school would make me happy. My high school GPA topped a 4.0, my SATs were nearly perfect, I go to a prestigious school. Was I told that doing well would make me happy? Or just that I needed to do it? Maybe I assumed the last part. Damn, assumptions do just what they say. All I’ve ever wanted is to be happy. I thought for the longest time that that was all anyone wanted. Some people want careers, some want marriages, some want godknows what – but the idea is that when you get it, you’ll be happy. Right? Or is it? I’m starting to think, more and more, that a lot of those people out there that I think are on their own little path to happiness are really just doing what they’re told. My friends always ask me for advice; I’m “that girl.” Is advice columnist in my future? Maybe. I’m majoring in psychology. Is grad school in my future? Likely. There are all of these options, different directions, different paths. So much time is spent on determining which one is just right. But there is only one thing I’m looking to find on my path: happiness. My story isn’t really written yet, but it’s unraveling before my eyes. It’s nothing exciting, nothing out of the ordinary. I just hope it’s good enough for me.