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Chase your passions


Think back to when you were younger as to the professions you were encouraged to choose from. About 70% of the people I came across would encourage me to be a lawyer, while the remaining 30% encouraged me to be a teacher like my father. My mother taught me to read very well before I started basic school. My birthday gifts were books every year. I loved reading and I fell in love with poetry from a very young age. I fell in love with the news and reporters in particular, and I knew the profession I was meant for was that of a journalist. This was frowned upon by many as I was told that journalism will not bring me enough money to live a lavish lifestyle. I've never told anyone that I was in search of a lavish lifestyle. Despite the discouraging feedback, I went to University and did journalism just the same. No, I'm not working as a journalist to date but I still have that dream. Throughout my time working on getting my qualifications in the media field, I ventured into my true passion of poetry. Poetry has given me the confidence that I lacked for many years. Poetry was and still is my best friend. It holds my secrets and the secrets of others. I don't get envious of others living lavish lifestyles or excelling on their path, because that isn't my path. What makes them happy won't necessarily make me happy. You have to follow the path that is lined with your passions. Many of us know what we do on a daily basis but we have no idea as to who we are. We hide our gifts while we pour our all into accomplishing the dreams of others on a daily basis. I'm not telling you that you should walk away from your job without knowing your next move. I'm telling you to ensure that you invest your all into your dreams firstly. Your dream may not be the most lucrative or most glamorous but if it fills you, then that's all that matters. Remember, you may find yourself alone as you go after this dream, as friends and family may ridicule you. Your dream is yours and not anyone else. Therefore, don't be discouraged when you have to journey alone.

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