Oh! The Places I've Gone
The bus sped past as we watched with heavy eyes. We were left in the middle of the jungle. No family, friends, or living soul in sight. The sun beat on our heads. Our packs weighed us down as we dragged our feet along the black tar road. Civilization was a distant dream. All I wanted was a Belikin beer. As we aimlessly wandered down the lonesome road a red pickup truck stopped. The driver asked with a sweet voice, “Where you boys headed?”
Our response, in unison, “Dangriga.”
To say my friend and I go on your average trip would be like saying a politician never lies. We were in Belize for eight days and were determined to cover as much ground as possible.
The Places I've Been
After graduating from high school, my mother gave me and some of my friends Dr. Suess' book, "Oh! The Places You'll Go." Thinking the gesture was cliché and dumb, not too much thought was put towards the book. Like many high school graduates, I attended college eager to begin the search for a future career. Options were weighed as the possible career paths of various majors were analyzed. I was searching for the wrong things. While thinking about future careers, the search wasn't directed towards my passion. My dad has always told me, "You have to do something because you love the money or because you love what you do." I chose the latter.
I was content with my life as it was. Attending the University of South Carolina as a Marine Science major was a dream of mine. Studying and learning about the ocean has always been fascinating, but it wasn't my passion. The big game changer in life came when my friend, Rich, and I decided to go somewhere together.
Rich had been reading, "Oh! The Places You'll Go," and kept thinking about a grand adventure. Never shying away from the opportunity to travel the world, I agreed. After much debate, the decision was made: Belize. It was cheap to get to, cheap to get around, and we knew nothing about the country.
Before my trip to Belize, I had been to New Zealand, Australia, Morocco, Senegal, and the Bahamas. Growing up traveling, I became fond of studying the various cultures I encountered, but never realized it was my passion. Participating in a Senegalese wedding, learning how the Maori of New Zealand greet one another, scuba diving, seeing the 3rd largest mosque in the world, and drinking milk meant for a baby goat (by accident), I realized studying cultures was in my blood.
Our trip to Belize really opened my eyes. As we visited the ancient Maya ruins of Altun Ha, Lamanai, and Xunantunich, I remember telling Rich, "I could do this. I could do this for a living." I was hooked on Anthropology. As a result of this trip, my major and university would change. The search for my passion was over.
(The video below was uploaded to youtube by Jambhala.)
Xunantunich Mayan Temple Ruins
Where Will You Go?
The purpose of my first hub was to provide a little insight into the things that make me tick as well as introduce some future topics. Anthropology isn't something I plan on making a career. It will be used as a hobby and a tool to shape my career. I have no idea were my passion will take me, but I am looking forward to the journey. Where will your passion take you?
To many recent high school graduates choosing a college major isn't taken lightly. However, the more complex the decision is made, the more uncertain the decision may become. My passion had been slapping me in the face. Life to me was a straight line: Choose a major, earn a degree, and start your career. Eventually, I learned to use my major as a tool, a tool that can be used to mold and shape my career to pursue my passion.
Find your passion. Don't force yourself down a path that could lead to regret in 20 years. After all, your passion could be in something you do everyday.
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