There comes a time in our lives where we have to choose what way we’re headed. Some of us are lucky enough to know where they are headed right from the start, while certain people get these kinds of breakdowns once in a while for choosing the wrong path.
No Chandler Bing gifs for this one. I just want to let it all out without any pictures so as to get any points that I will make to be clear.
I did not want to become someone who works in I.T. I never liked coding or finding the right algorithm for a certain thing. I wanted to be something else. Yet the brighter and shinier light of choosing I.T is that I can get to live practical if ever I land on a job. The pay will be good and I could easily earn for what ever plan I want to do. That’s what my parents told me. I could not do anything because they are the people who will pay for my fees. When I try to protest about wanting to study something else, they keep on asking me on what job I will get from the field that I want. I don’t know what the job is called so I never said a word back. And it always ends up back to square one. Me being miserable while I try to create a program that in the end will never work.
I want to study film and become a director admired by all ages.
I want to study history to become a renowned historian who is critically acclaimed to have found missing key pieces in our history.
I want to travel and see the world.
I want to write and become an author.
Now is I.T part of that dream? No. To be honest, I don’t know where I would go once I graduate from it. If my parents can see my future on that course, well I don’t. It is similar to the feeling of looking into darkness. I don’t picture anything. And I will just be sucked into this hollow void trying to prove myself to them on a field that I never wanted to study in the first place. Worst part is that I have to get a scholarship. Yet how can I get one if I DON’T EVEN LIKE WHAT I AM STUDYING?
I guess that’s enough rambling. I just wanted to get it off my chest. It’s been stuck in there since I started college. It’s my 2nd year now. And I don’t think they would want to change their minds.