After a night of hanging out with fellow journalism students, my head is whirring with questions once again. What am I meant to do? What is my sole purpose in life? Everyone around me always seems so sure of what they want to do and I thought I was but now I am not so sure… When I was young (I say that but I am only 19 years old lol) all I wanted to do was grow up quick so that I could save the world, one species at a time but then money and fame fogged up my mind. My teachers always told me I was good at writing and that I was meant for tv and I think that is why I ventured into broadcast journalism. I wanted to be rich and famous (who doesn’t?). So I lost sight of my true ONE LOVE: nature.

Tonight a colleague asked me about my handmade necklace, bracelet and ring which all had turtles on them. I explained to him how my favorite animals are sea turtles and how I first fell in love with them when I went to Maui. Then I began talking endlessly about the ocean and how I love the outdoors. At the end, this is what he said: “I’ll be very disappointed if you don’t end up doing what you love.” 

Now I can’t stop thinking! Is that what I am supposed to do? Talk about animals and trek across beautiful lands? Why is life so full of foggy choices?