Someone once told me, “You're wasting your time on a career that will only lead to starvation.”
Ouch, right? But before I go on, let me give you some background on the career in question.
I want to be a journalist for a newspaper or magazine. After years ofexploring my interests, this is what I have decided on. But I'm stillaffected by what others say, which led me to consider the other side ofthe argument.
As technology continues to advance with unbelievable speed, print publications are steadily beingreplaced by websites that update their content practically every timeyou refresh the browser. Even on my own campus, few seem to care aboutnewspapers anymore; sections of the school paper lie in puddles, andmuddy shoe prints soil the pages that took the editors weeks tocomplete.
More disturbingly, the country is in the midst of an economic downturn,which is leaving people in a perpetual state of uncertainty. And by thetime my generation graduates from college, we will be part of aworkforce that is highly competitive and incredibly unstable.
But I stand firm in my decision to be a writer. Why? For theidealistic, simple, yet powerful reason that it makes me happy in a waythat no amount of money ever could.
Rarely have I found others who think this way, and it alwaysdisheartens me to hear students trying to map out their lives based onfactors other than pursuing their passions.
Factor number one: parents.
Parents definitely have a right to be involved in their children'slives, but sometimes their words create more stress than encouragement.Instead of trying to make their children happy, as they may haveintended, parents can end up squeezing their children's hopes anddesires until nothing remains but the hard, coarse seeds of a cruelreality. True, being realistic is important, but everyone needs thechance to dream in order to find happiness, and parents shouldunderstand this.
Factor number two: money.
A conversation I had with my college friend one afternoon illustrates this point.
“What happened?” I asked after hearing he had switched majors. “I thought you wanted to be a photographer.”
“I do,” he said. “But there's no money in it. Don't worry,” he added, probably sensing my concern. “I'm happy where I am.”
I really wanted to believe that, but as we continued talking, heconstantly interrupted me to point out the beauty of this view and thatview, saying he wished he had his camera with him. I didn't know whatto think anymore.
Naturally, there's no way to predict where our paths will lead us. Infact, our ideas and plans could very well change down the road.However, at this stage in our lives when so many voices are telling uswho we should be, we need to nurture our individual dreams, not stiflethem, because they may be the only things left that define us.
Of course, listen to your parents and consider the financialimplications of your choices. But keep in mind, too, that you, and noone else, will ultimately have to live with the results of yourdecisions.
And who knows – maybe that person is right, and I will starve becauseof my choice to major in journalism. But after witnessing theunhappiness of those who didn't pursue their passion, I am convincedthat the worst suffering of all is to not allow yourself to do what youtruly love.
2010-03-09 23:17 编辑：kuaileyingyu