Let me asking you something. Ready?
Are you Sure?
Do you remember who you were before the world told you who to be? Before people pushed us, altered us, morphed us? Do you remember the things you loved and lost sleep over before the world told you not too? Before the world gave us things to worship instead?
We shove down the person we are to make room for the person we think we have to be. We lose time in the material world forgetting about our physical one, and all the people in it.
Sure, I spend a lot of time with people, but rarely just them. Laptops and cellphones cloud our conversations and there are only a few times I have in my mind, where I've sat or laid with someone openly and rawly, just our minds in focus.
I left for college pursuing the life of a scientist because of guaranteed money and the job field. I almost failed out of my classes because I spent more time blogging and writing poetry on my hands.
I thought the world would only value my mind if I studied something "smart" like science or math, and the only way I would be financially stable is if I went into secure fields.
But what took me so long to understand, was getting a degree in writing and English didn't mean I was dumb, it meant that I would be studying history and language and ideas. I would be preserving the ways of keeping the mind alive and creative.
I would be doing the things I laid in bed and dreamed about doing, and throwing away the idea the world planted inside my head.
You don't have to be a doctor or accountant because your father told you to be one, and you don't have to be a nurse or teacher because the world says you'll be good at it.
Be the things that you've always kept deep inside your heart.
What you choose to do with your life impacts every single aspect of it. It impacts how you view yourself, others, and society. It influences your acceptance, your views, your morals. If you're not proud of the life you chose, how can you be proud of yourself?
In all the things you do, remember who you wanted to be. When you were a child, a teenager, a young adult.
Remember this world will try to break you and tear you apart. The ones who have started this journey with you most likely will not be there to see you finish, and that is okay. I promise.
Look inside yourself and look at the parts of you that have remained after all this time. Remember who you are.