life in technicolor

For most college students, the recess between fall and spring is meant to follow what bears do during the winter months, hibernate. It's the time for rest and relaxation, when you go home, and move the stresses of classes aside for some much deserved family time. Some, like me, hate family time as it brings along new stresses like where is my personal space? why do I have to wake up so early? and my personal favorite, why is my family so annoying?
It's also a good time to reflect on what you've accomplished the past few months, however, the accomplishment only seems relevant to myself. Through all the heartbreak we suffer, and all the trials and lessons we seem to learn in the end..
I couldn't help but wonder, does it really matter?

As growing adults, we set our lives apart from others. Every emotion, every setback and triumpth means the world to us, while it seems minuscule to others. Our worries are other people's distractions. Life lessons come and go, and the best is still yet to come.. that's what I hear. In college, we're forced to think about the future, our career, our love life, and where we might see ourselves in 10 years. In high school, we want the adult life, and in college, we become afraid of adult life. Are we simply afraid to grow up?
Life appears to be filled with choices, from jobs to classes we choose to take. What happens when we think we've made the wrong choice? If given a simple chance to hit reset, or start over, could we.. or should we? Do we accept the mistake like most say and just move forward. Or? If given the chance to take two steps back and fix them, should we? In life, is it ever ok to hit restart in the fear we'll end up in game over?