It sickens me when I start having doubts about my own dreams. Since time immemorial, it has always been my aspiration to become a veterinarian when I was older. Albeit it started out as a humble cloud of thought whispering through the fortified walls of my castle of imagination, it has stood its grounds and continue to persevere as a burning passion which I always have always upheld with unmovable fortitude. Sure, it's almost natural and somewhat inevitable these days to crumble in your own fears and cast doubts over your future but what pains me the most is that money, once again, has proven to be the root of all evil (well, my wrongdoing but still its evil).

Given the competitive environment we struggle to keep afloat in today, who can blame one for putting salary as one's utmost priority. It has become almost ubiquitous to analyze a job based on its financial returns. Whether a job is considered respectable and reputable is solely dependent on income and while that is heartbreaking, it is most definitely reality. Over the past few days interning at a vet clinic, I have been warned several times about entering this profession. The head doctor at the clinic even proposed that I become a human doctor instead. To that, I gave a simple reply: "I rather do what I like than be what I can't."

And I stick to that axiom like glue but no matter how strong your faith is, it is never infallible. I've started raising doubts about whether entering this line of profession is a wise choice given that I honestly want to settle down and start my own family in the future. It would definitely be a rough patch if my income won't be high enough to support a family of four, and that scares me, because once you've chosen the path of vet science, there's hardly anyway of altering your course. But deep down inside of me, the child of the past and the youth of the present is chanting my passion and love for animals and that reinforces my decision.

Not to mention that I have an unsupportive mother who not-so-subtly tries to divert my path away. The more she tries to pull me away from my dreams, the stronger I'll stick to it just to prove her wrong. She can get her own dentist and doctor once I leave this country for good. But for now, she doesn't have to know about my own plans for the future. She can continue to relish the possibility of me forgoing my dreams. Either way, I'm growing up to be someone for myself and not for her or anyone else.

Selfish? Not so, you had your own future and I don't care what you've done with it but this is now mine to carve.

Deal with it.