My Fig Tree. Life Changes

The Idea

Plath said “I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.” And maybe its melodramatic but, how can I not feel like that. I live fortunate enough attend university and shape my future the way I want. There is so much optimism placed on the ‘young’. But the feeling of all those options, all those figs, its crushing. Heavier than any other responsibility. My life. When I graduate what jobs will I choose to do? Where will my life go? I was promised all these opportunities but why does everyone else’s seem so much more real? Like their life is headed exactly where they planned and I’m just trying to catch up. When I look out on my fig tree, I see it all within sight, but I’m not grounded enough within my life to reach and grab it all. First, I had to learn a new city, then a series of new homes. If my mental energy is taken up with constantly looking at where my feet are standing, when will I look up at my tree again.