I really love helping people. Like, I really fucking love it. I love the feeling I get when I know something I did made someone happy. I like being apart of something that is so much bigger than just myself. I love fighting for change when it comes to matters that are very important to me. I love it all. I want to make a difference in the world in my future. I want to spend the rest of my life helping people and giving back to the world around me.
I don’t know exactly what I want to do as a career, but it has to be helping people. I really would love to have my own non profit for something like suicide, or cancer, or hunger, or natural disasters. Something. Something that will help a lot of people.
I told my mom about this, and she completely went against it. Her words were “If you’re going to college, you better get a job that makes a lot of money.” Like, what the fuck? I understand the college isn’t cheap, but more than half of my college expenses are paid for already because of scholarships I’ve earned. Why does my life have to focus around money? Helping people is something that I love. That I enjoy. Who cares if I don’t have enough money to take a vacation every year? Money is not important to me at all.
There have been so many negative things that have happened in my life, and I still manage to come out of it with a positive outlook. I still want to give back rather than thinking that I deserve to be treated like a queen because of my experiences like some people. If I want to help people, I fucking will.
I’m just so frustrated. Money isn’t the most important thing in life. Happiness is. If helping others makes me happy, I’ll do it. ad;lfjadslfjads;lfkjadjf
It would just be nice to have some support I guess.