March 8, 2014
This will be my second attempt to keep a personal journal in order to improve my writing and in the process discover myself. The goal of this journal will be to vent, rant, express my personal feelings towards things.
The topic for today is passion.
I’m torn between following my passion and following what’s a logical and reasonable career choice for my future. I’m currently studying biological sciences with an aspiration to enter vet school and study veterinary medicine. The good thing about this is that I will somewhat enjoy myself because I love working with dogs; however, this goal has a downfall. I do not care for the medicine part. I do not have a passion for the medical side of the business, I have a passion for the animal part. My issue is that I love working with dogs, training them, rehabilitating them, and just their general well-being. To follow a career in dog obedience scares me. It scares me for several reasons because: 1) No degree is required to be an obedience trainer. It’s scary to get out into the world nowadays without a degree. 2) I’m scared that I won’t be able to support a family on my own. If I were to continue on track for veterinary medicine then I know for a fact that I will be able to support a future family and I know my kids will not suffer or go through the same struggles I did growing up in a low income hispanic home. Which brings me to my next point, passion. One of my source of comfort growing up was always having a dog around to make me laugh and bring joy to the family. Dogs, however, weren’t my ultimate source of happiness. My true bliss and sanctuary came from art. Any and most type of art forms: music, dance, film, paintings, etc. Through learning of the culture and history behind a work of art I felt as if I was somehow connected to that artist in some way shape or form and as a result ultimate bliss arose from it. My true passion manifests itself in the form of art. I just have this eternal connection to art that I know will and can never be replaced by anything else. But I’m scared of it. I’m scared that if I truly follow my passion I will disappoint my friends and family. I will be living paycheck to paycheck, I won’t be able to support a family in the beginning, not too many people will take me serious, but I will be happy. I will be happy because I followed my passion, I will be happy because I was brave enough to step out of my comfort zone and live, actually live. I don’t want to just survive, I want to live.