The greatest thing is that I've found my passion. I know what I love and I want to do it all the time. The funny thing is the irony. How when I was a kid, my mom tried to comfort me by telling me that maybe I would be good at helping people. I didn't want to accept such a ridiculous answer. I wasn't going to--until now. I accept it now. I love it now.
That's what I do, it's what I love. Helping people. I want to do it all the time. I want to learn about people. Hear their stories. Listen.
That's it, I want to know what hurts them, what makes them happy. I want to meet people different than me. I want to talk about what they think, what they believe. I want to debate (though often times, recently, I'm a bit insecure about what I believe.) I want to know what other people love. It's not a sport, and it doesn't get a lot of recognition, but it's my thing, it's my passion. And I know that. And that's great.
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Girl, I love your guts.
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