I did it.
After all of these years, I actually DID it.
Just a few weeks ago, my entire life was a solid plan, complete with set destinations, happy parents, and a morally admirable purpose. I was going to be a physician's assistant. I was going to procure a living by healing bodies and touching souls.
Then I experienced this gentle tug. It was rather unthreatening, and almost pleasant - the way a child tugs on your pant leg when he seeks your attention. Swiftly, the innocent pull morphed into a demanding vacuum without an off switch. I had always been deeply involved in artistic activities, yet had never allowed myself to consider the possibility of composing a career out of them. Regardless, I found myself wrestling with the incessantly gnawing idea of being a theatre major.
Breath-shattering doubts, questions, and fears
A sense of obligation to my future and my family
The scattered scramble of all of my passions
A chaotic concoction of who I truly want to be
Somehow, out of it all blossomed a reformed life vision in which success is not measured by the amount of money I could make, but by the depth of my whole being that could be poured into a lifestyle.
Today, I transformed into a wayfaring theatre major.