Remember what you loved then. It’s where your purest dreams and wishes are, even if you don’t acknowledge them… anymore.
Whenever I try to ask myself what I’m supposed to do here, what I’m really meant to do, I always end up remembering what it was like when I was little. I really loved drawing, making up stories, singing and watching movies. I also liked Math, especially at the time when I was already in school.
Then I started looking for jobs, looking for a way to earn money. I didn’t like it when I couldn’t do those things anymore. But I found a way. My mother, my classmates, even my mother’s co-workers always told me to look for a regular job. It’s more promising, they say, in the long run. But I don’t want to always think of security or stability as money. In the end, what matters to me is what and whom I love.