As I sit here on a park bench overlooking a gorgeous, yet sadly fleeting, sunset I think to myself, “it doesn’t matter what I do with my life.”  Now to rewind and explain.  Today was stressful, I found out that without a ton an insane amount of work I will not be able to graduate when I had planned.  That is pretty self explanitory.  However, as the day went on and my anxiety grew I almost fell into a state of calmness.  This calmness was permanently set while sitting and staring the gorgeous orange and purple sky laid before me.  Any decision made in college, with regards to academia, is wise.  I want to be a law enforcement officer.  I am persuing a fine art degree.  So what.  So long as I have a family to love, and care about my life and the lives of others, it doesn’t matter what I do.  What matters less than what I do, is how I do what I do.  So long as it works out in the end, it is alright.  Sometimes it takes a cool breeze and a blaze orange sky to make one realize what really counts.