When you grow up, you devise a plan to your life, changing your mind every year until the decision becomes crucial. I remember when I was 8 or 9 and I was going to devout my life to books and pages. And when I was 11 and decided I wanted to pursue with books and pages in the world of journalistic measurements. Followed by the ages 13 - 14 where I pushed that dream, and wanted to travel the world scribbling down my thoughts on the world and its beauty, not realizing that to follow that dream, i would have to pocket a very large amount of money in order to afford it. As I grew older, it became so much clearer, that I would never be able to do those things, yes I could write, and that I did for many years, but i started to develop a passion for other things. Then became the time when I wanted to help people, and go to medical school to become a doctor. And to surpass my expectations on life, I took that dream and blew it up, and decided I wanted to practice medicine in Africa or Mumbai, India in order to help the sick. I have not even began to tell you about my passion for cooking, where i’ve considered going to culinary school instead of becoming a journalist or a doctor. It takes you 17 years of life to realize that you can dream as much as your heart desires, but if you have no money or methods, and a lack of support from family and friends, your dreams will soon come crumbling down right in front of your own eyes. There is an incredible amount of different things to do, and try. Right now, for example, I refuse to eat fish, or anything aquatic for that matter. But then I think to my self “ Do you really want to die, and not have tried eating fish?”. Its funny how fast one simple thought can snap you back into realization that the average 95 years a human being lives, is not a lot of time at all...
Chels
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