So one day I'm rummaging through a used bookshop - and I come across a book "Whatever Happened to the Class of 65?" (Medved, Wallechinsky). Life Magazine ran a cover story on the Class of 65 in a town in California - the "typical" average American High School Class of the time.

10 years later, two of the graduates wrote about where many of the prominently featured students have wound up. There are many other things about the book that I liked, but what really got me was one of the conclusions: only now, at the age of 28, are people beginning to find themselves. The focused ones quit. The unfocused ones explored.

I then learned what my "goals" were - they were to SEE and LEARN.

When I was 21 years old and graduating from NYU, I remember taking a long stroll in Liberty State Park, thinking to myself "Why are other students so directed and I'm not? They are entering professional development programs in large coporations with seemingly clear visions of what they are out to achieve, and I'm not. Why?"

15 or so years later, I think one of the great injustices in this world is pressure society places on young people to declare their interests and goals. I believe that DIRECTION is more important than DESTINATION, and that the scenery along the way is what makes life - not the arrival.