Taking chances

Before I read "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock", I had been thinking about taking chances myself. I dont really take enough....atleast the everyday kind of opportunities...that...who knows?...could have turned out far greater than that. I have finally figured out what i want to do with my life...and i have been trying to figure out a way to go about getting there. In my position it would be stepping outside my comfort zone, and the norm around here. Its not a career that i am personally familiar with, because no one around me has ever taken that career path. I am having to go about it all on my own, and its kind of scary. People tell me I am one thing, and then when they hear me say what i really want to do, they question me like they've never done before. "You should be an artist though, you're good at that", "You should be a geologist like me. Starting pay for someone like you would be very high,"...and not just questions like that...but i've never been grilled so much as if my family doesnt believe i will stick with this decision...as if its just another career choice phase.

I'm glad i read this poem. It put my choices into perspective for me. I love life...i believe the speaker of the poem did too and longed to do much more with it...i think he saw more potential in it than doing the same thing every day, and following the norm...I need to do more with life. It is too routine for me right now. Lately i do notice the things i do every single day that make it seem like im not really progressing towards anything...if i were like this the rest of my life...it would be sad to suddenly realize how old i am like the speaker did.