I came to Cambridge for so many reasons, but ultimately with hopes that I would maybe turn my life's direction around — that I would not only find work with real meaning and reward, but also grab the the chance to do what I have wanted to do since as long as I can remember.
I'm almost 28 now and a lot has happened since then that could distract souls with more resolve than even I have. This "real world" and the nasty business of living in it has a way of making anybody cynical. But passion is what keeps us sane, and positive, and pleasant to be around. Anytime I meet someone sour, or crotchety or just plain angry with the whole world I recognize one of two things has probably happened. They either never found something to be passionate about — or perhaps they did find it, and then lost it somehow. I feel sorry for them in either case.
Now I have just three weeks left and I can only hope that when I return home I will be able to find opportunities in this pursuit to practice media law. And if I can't, at least I know I did all I could to get there.
We shall wait, and we shall see. Here's to the next three weeks and after, and whatever else they'll bring.
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