I’m sure that I confuse my parents quite a lot.
After going to college(university) and graduating as a Veterinary Surgeon; my future was apparently safely mapped out in front of me.
I would never touch poverty, I would most likely always be gainfully employed in a profession that was easy to comprehend and simple (and with some pride) to explain to others.
Then I went and gave it all away.
From their perspective, I am sure this was a foolish mistake, risky beyond measure, difficult to understand.
From my perspective, it was an obvious choice, to waste my years doing something that I liked BUT that didn’t fullfil my passions; or to take arms against a sea of troubles and give into the dreams that had been in my heart ever since I could remember.
Yes, I have touched poverty on more than one occasion, I have walked, I have stumbled and I have fallen and I have failed far more than I have succeeded BUT at least I have been faithful to the dreams inside of me.