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to my father:
I know when you said that i should be a doctor it was because you wanted me to be able to take care of myself. you told me that dreams do not put food on the table, you told me that dreams do not place a roof over my head, you told me that dreams can only get me so far, that in this world money insures my survival, a good job insures my future. I cannot take it any more. I cannot be a doctor, I do not want the life of others on my back, I cannot handle that much responsibility. I cannot be an accountant, the numbers do not spark my interest or do they make me feel real. I cannot be a lawyer, right and wrong I cannot protect sinners or attack the innocent. I cannot be a government official, having that much power and not being able to help more people would make me seek more power and that will eventually corrupt me.
I can only chose my path by walking, I can only move forward if I know I will like what I do. The desire, the passion must be real. In the end I cannot be what you want me to be. I am yet to find what I want to become but I am sure that settling for money will create an emptiness that will consume me. I hope you understand, and even if you don’t someday I will show you that I can pave my own road.