Growing Up

I turned 22 recently. Most of the people from my high school graduation class are graduating college this semester. My roommates all graduate next year. And when they are gone I will still have two years to go. Why is growing up so difficult? How am I suppossed to know what I want to do at the age of sixty? Or even eighty (I'm sure Social Security will have run out by then and my generation will spend its golden years passing out smiley stickers at Walmart). I just need to get one degree to spend the rest of my life slaving away for the man. But that's not good enough for me. No. I'm meant to be something. Right? I mean, if I don't do something really special with my life or have some profound impact on the world..what's the point? And if I do become an English teacher (the path I'm on) will I truely be able to help anyone? Will the low pay and long hours and bratty kids cause me to pull the trigger? Or will I be able to reach out to a few kids, positively impact their lives, make them better people, help them see the good in the world...? I'm so conflicted. If only we could fast forward into the future with the ability to return and alter our decisions so that we never made a mistake. But then again, I've made some shitty choices up to this point, and I don't regret a single one. I guess I'm mostly afraid that I will be just another "keeping up with the Joneses" middle class citizen. Boring, hating life, and wishing to be anything else. Please, dear higher power, save me from my suburban destiny!!