Something that has worried me for a long time has been my lack of passion for, well, anything (except for unattainable things like Tom Hiddleston).
When I was at school, the only thing that interested me was sports. I enjoyed math, tolerated languages and HATED sciences. When the time came for us to apply to colleges and universities, I didn't know which career path I wanted to pursue.
I flunked my first year miserably for choosing something that someone else told me I was good at but that I had no interest in at all.
Eventually, I settled on a field of study that would enable me to work. To my astonishment, I excelled (which just goes to show that one needs strong enough motivation to succeed at anything - even if you're not passionate about it).
I've worked a few jobs now. And I take my work very seriously - either you give 100% or you quit.
But work has been simply a means to make a living (often for the benefit of others), and has not...well, touched my soul in any major way.
Last year, the Journalism course I took was a reaction to stress - caused by some unnecessary, and hectic family drama. I had such low expectations of myself when I started it but found, to my continuing surprise, that I had somewhat of an affinity with words.
Strangely enough, that writing course together with the conflict has led me to explore and experience a number of new things over the last twenty months: from managing websites to coordinating our school publication, writing fiction and editing books. More importantly, it has given me an avenue for expression and illuminated a path which will allow my work to satisfy my soul.
It took many twists and some unsuspecting turns...but I am, at long last, discovering myself.
When I was at school, the only thing that interested me was sports. I enjoyed math, tolerated languages and HATED sciences. When the time came for us to apply to colleges and universities, I didn't know which career path I wanted to pursue.
I flunked my first year miserably for choosing something that someone else told me I was good at but that I had no interest in at all.
Eventually, I settled on a field of study that would enable me to work. To my astonishment, I excelled (which just goes to show that one needs strong enough motivation to succeed at anything - even if you're not passionate about it).
I've worked a few jobs now. And I take my work very seriously - either you give 100% or you quit.
But work has been simply a means to make a living (often for the benefit of others), and has not...well, touched my soul in any major way.
Last year, the Journalism course I took was a reaction to stress - caused by some unnecessary, and hectic family drama. I had such low expectations of myself when I started it but found, to my continuing surprise, that I had somewhat of an affinity with words.
Strangely enough, that writing course together with the conflict has led me to explore and experience a number of new things over the last twenty months: from managing websites to coordinating our school publication, writing fiction and editing books. More importantly, it has given me an avenue for expression and illuminated a path which will allow my work to satisfy my soul.
It took many twists and some unsuspecting turns...but I am, at long last, discovering myself.
