“Once in a while, I act like a child to feel like a kid again.

It gets like a prison in the body I’m living in;

Cause everyone’s watching, quick to start talking.

I’m losing my innocence.

I first considered myself lost after my first semester in college.  Since fourth grade, I always wanted to be a dentist. However, after a lot of thought about digging into people’s dirty mouths…I decided against it.  I loved the natural sciences, still do, but was unsure as to how I could now utilize them.  So I put them aside for a while and developed a liking in the study of society and it’s affects on an individual.  This led me to obtaining my bachelor’s degree in Sociology, with a focus on aging.

Was I happy with this? No

Unfortunately, as much as I wanted to help people, I also wanted to collect decent wages for doing so.  So I turned back to my roots, my love of natural science.  I jumped back into school and became engulfed in my passion.  Soon, I thought, I would be set to become a pharmacist.  I would be able to help people, especially the aging community, AND get paid well for doing so.  All of the classes were difficult, but I was driven to achieve this goal.  I thought that in some way it would give me purpose, as well as acclaim from the people surrounding me.  I worked hard, REALLY hard.  However, though I loved the subject material, somethign was missing…I was still lost.

Lesson learned on this portion of my journey: never strive to achieve something for the money or the recognition.  It is important to find what it is you want to do

I am lost;

I want to be found.

I am seeking knowledge and experience;

But most of all I seek growth.

Caught in a whirlwind,

Unsure of which direction to go;

I am swirling.

Find me.

A journey is an adventure and getting lost is an experience to be remembered.

Why does it seem like the individuals who appear to have the brightest future ahead of them, often seem to find a way to mess it up?  Don’t believe my theory…have a talk with your’s truly.

I was an excellent student my entire life; I was always teacher’s pet.  I put more focus on getting an A than I did putting energy into discovering and fostering my interests.  Everyone saw me going places, my family, my friends, my fellow students, my teachers, my collegues…even myself.  However, here I am…lost.

This doesn’t necessarily mean I won’t experience great success.  I still truly believe that I will.  It just means that no longer will things be handed to me.  No longer will staying up late, cramming for a test and getting an A be good enough.  I have to be found, and I have to find myself.