As a child I was taught not to try anything new,
not to be myself, not to takes risks and follow any passion because if I didn’t conform, I was weird. My teachers were the bullies and staff at my school, a dysfunctional household, and a father with anger issues. I followed these teachers and kept my so-called best friends who were cruel and put me down. I was angry frequently, even with my pets at home. So, when I started high school and I finally was starting new, I wanted to rebel, I didn’t want to get work done, and I was pretty much worn out and indifferent.
I wondered why I chose to go to a school that would force me to declare a passion. Everyone at school seemed so set with what they wanted to do with their lives.
I felt out of place.
I simply didn’t want to try anything different or difficult because I didn’t want to mess up and be judged. At the time I couldn’t care less about where I’d go after high school or what I wanted to do with my life. I just wanted to graduate.
Once tenth grade came I started following the better teachers, I stuck with good influences and my advisor. That gave me some ambition to do better, but there was no actual passion or motivation. When it came down to finding an internship I just wanted an easy way out. I thought about dropping out, and even talked to the social worker at my school about how I could do that. Even though I was trying as hard as I could on all academics, I still wanted out.
After my first trimester of tenth grade, I finally had to find an internship for school. I remember how a friend of mine had an internship at an animal shelter, so I decided to look into that.
That was when I started my internship volunteering at an non profit animal shelter.
Over a period of a few months, I noticed that my mood elevated while there, because these helpless animals were relying on me. A whole new set of doors opened for me from there. Yes, I was learning about animals while I was there, but I was learning about myself. I felt free, I felt happy, I never loved being somewhere as much as I loved being there. Slowly, I remembered my love for animals as a young child, passed down from my mother, so much that I used to picture my adult self becoming a veterinarian.
It was my destiny to work with animals, which I now understand.
I never thought I could be so passionate. I became a whole new person. I felt so much more caring towards both animals and people, I realized that every living thing needs love and nurturing. With that realization I have become more compassionate and I have been trying my hardest to be nicer to people. I am very proud of myself, but I still have a lot of room to grow. I plan to continue working with animals for the rest of my life. Now when anyone asks me about how they can find their passion, I tell them to remember their childhood.
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