Some people have said to me how fortunate I am to know what my passion is. They say to me that they would follow their calling if only they knew what it was. How lucky, they say, that I don’t have to figure that out.

I agree, but it wasn’t always that way. I had always wanted to be a writer. When I was younger I would do nothing but spend hours writing stories and English was always one of my best subjects. When I was 10, I knew I wanted to use my words to only showcase the wonder of the world around me and use my ability to influence people and empower them.

However, as I got older, I let go of writing. I never entertained the idea of really being a writer. I was raised to get a good job and become responsible – writing didn’t seem to be the way to do that.

Last year, I was going through the phase where I wanted to know what my calling was, as I kept hearing so many people talking about this. I wanted to find something I loved and figure out a way to turn it into a job. I wracked my brain over and over and couldn’t figure out what it was.

It wasn’t until February this year, on the plane back from Europe, that I discovered my want to write. Although I had been doing some small work on the Internet since 1997, I wanted to take it to a new level, because, I realised, writing was my passion.

It took me from then until April to get up the courage to do it.

If you don’t think you know what you’re here for, if you have no idea what moves you or stirs you, if you can’t figure out a job that you’ll love, chances are, you just haven’t removed yourself from your current life enough to see it.

Because I truly believe each of us knows what our passion is, and what life we really want to lead. The trick is just to let the life we want to lead, become the one we do lead.

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