I used to have so many dreams.
Astronaut, scientist, millionaire... I wanted to see myself in all these roles, but none of them ever felt truly desirable. Confusing, right? Maybe I was just a kid, playing make-believe, or maybe I just didn't feel the need to commit. Now, I'm older, and those dreams have faded, replaced by a vast emptiness.
I don't know what I want to be.
I don't know what I want to do. It's not that I'm afraid of choosing, it's that none of the choices feel heavier than the others. They all seem equally appealing, or maybe none of them are appealing at all.
At a time when I need to choose and decide what career I'll pursue, I've decided to let go. I've decided to let the universe take me somewhere.
I took this degree program, not because it's my burning passion, but because it's what everyone else took. Maybe it'll lead me somewhere, maybe it won't. But I'm hoping that even if it's not my dream path, I'll be able to survive, maybe even excel.
There was a time, though, when I felt truly inspired. I met someone who ignited something within me. He had this way of talking, this way of sharing his ideas, that made me feel how influential he is. He inspired something within me that I couldn't name.
And then, as I started thinking about my future as an educator, the question came up: "What will you do when you teach? What are your plans?" That's when it hit me. I want to inspire the future generations. I want to influence people, to help them find their own passions and dreams. I want to be like the person who inspired me, someone who can ignite that spark within others.
Maybe that's why I'm still on this uncertain path. Maybe I'm not meant to have a clear destination, but rather, to keep exploring, to keep searching for ways to inspire. Maybe the real journey is in the act of inspiring itself, in the hope that I can light a fire in someone else's heart, just like someone lit a fire in mine.
-Aug 29, 2024
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Among the Unspoken
Non-FictionAmong the Unspoken is a compilation of essays written not by schedule, but by desire. Each piece was born in moments when silence could no longer contain what the heart and mind had gathered-when thoughts sought meaning, questions demanded reflectio...
