Taking Chances
Seldom are you inspired to do something you truly love. When you
are, often times you brush it aside as a momentary lapse in
judgment or just a digression in what appears to be a normal life.
A few years ago, while attending law school and hating every minute
of it, something awe-aspiring occurred: a chance encounter to speak
with a comedian.
I was walking from one of the most greuling classes I've ever taken and I noticed a guy sitting on one of the benches of one of my academic buidlings. I knew who it was because I had seen him several times on television. Without much thought, I decided to approach him. At first, he looked annoyed and slightly preoccupied. At that point, I wanted to crawl into a shell. I felt like a petulant child who constantly pesters their mother for attention.
Nevertheless, we continued to talk. I suspect he noticed my utter contempt for my current life, my genuine unhappiness with where I was going. I'm sure it was written all over my face. Perhaps, it was the constant cigarette smoke. Not sure. We spoke for about 10 minutes. He mentioned to me that he had once been a graduate student and hated every minute of it. His parents had forced him into it. Right before graduation, he decided to pursue a dream he had always wanted to do. He took a chance.
It wasn't easy. He made many sacrifices. His happiness in describing the pain which comes with sacrificing it all to achieve his dream stuck with me. Now, he's a highly successful comedian who has no regrets in life. I've come to that crossroads in my life where I know I want to do something, which while unconvential, will certainly fill a void. I think I'm willing to take that chance.
I was walking from one of the most greuling classes I've ever taken and I noticed a guy sitting on one of the benches of one of my academic buidlings. I knew who it was because I had seen him several times on television. Without much thought, I decided to approach him. At first, he looked annoyed and slightly preoccupied. At that point, I wanted to crawl into a shell. I felt like a petulant child who constantly pesters their mother for attention.
Nevertheless, we continued to talk. I suspect he noticed my utter contempt for my current life, my genuine unhappiness with where I was going. I'm sure it was written all over my face. Perhaps, it was the constant cigarette smoke. Not sure. We spoke for about 10 minutes. He mentioned to me that he had once been a graduate student and hated every minute of it. His parents had forced him into it. Right before graduation, he decided to pursue a dream he had always wanted to do. He took a chance.
It wasn't easy. He made many sacrifices. His happiness in describing the pain which comes with sacrificing it all to achieve his dream stuck with me. Now, he's a highly successful comedian who has no regrets in life. I've come to that crossroads in my life where I know I want to do something, which while unconvential, will certainly fill a void. I think I'm willing to take that chance.
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