Most likely to go wherever the wind takes her

I don't understand the present right now. I like it. But I don't understand it. WHAT IS THE MEANING OF LIFE. WHAT AM I DOING. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO. That's vague. It's unsettling. Basically I can't handle the anticipation of right now I'm just another college senior enduring the month of April. What do I do about it? Lock myself inside hours of music and just do one thing at a time.  Sound and patience. Two things I do understand.  They don't give me answers, but they must be good for something because I'm still here. Still working for it. My senior superlative was "most likely to go wherever the wind takes her." So yea, that.