Someone once asked me what I wanted to do with my life,
and I answered literally, as i always do, “public relations and advertising.”

Then, as social protocol goes, I asked him what he wanted to do,
and he said, kind of condescendingly, that he wanted to help people.

In that moment (and occasionally afterwards) I became upset…thinking that he was implying that my future was selfish and narrow.

So i spent the last 8 months thinking about it on and off,
falling in and out of love with my future,

to finally arrive at the realization that he was wrong.

I described my life as the manner in which I will make money (which everyone would agree is a large part of life), and it just so happens that part of my happiness coincides with this choice,

but that doesn’t mean I don’t ever want to help people,
nor does it mean that I won’t help people in other manners,
ways that I am capable of helping.

It might not include medicine or nursing,
but it includes mentoring, caring, advising, listening, assisting and doing everything in my power to help people, whether that help is in inside a hospital or not (because in reality, how much time does the average person spend in a hospital anyway?)

At least my help is universal.
At least my help is genuine.