My Passion In Life

My passion out of hundreds of careers in the U.S is to pursue a career in Nursing. I choose this career because l believes in the change that Nurse brings to help make the world a better place. To fully comprehend the changes Nurses are creating in our society today and why I ‘am passionate about been part of the revolution, one has to look at the role they play in enhancing healthcare service. Nurses play an essential role as the first line of defense for health wellness and information. In addition steeping into someone’s life at their lowest moment and making a difference to their overall experience is an incredible privilege. Mahatma Gandi once said, "the best way to find yourself, is to lose yourself in the service of others. Hopeless

I trudged out the door in utter denial it was Friday afternoon and I was in an awful mood. For 7 years my mother had made it mandatory for me to take piano lessons twice a week. As a child, I adored practicing and the ethereal feeling I felt each time I played was truly unmatched. Although the pieces I played were classical and were no longer an interest of mine my teacher was a jovial young woman named Mrs. May. She enjoyed wearing floral patterned skirts, she had trademark wide-brimmed glasses and her soft, delightful voice always made me smile. Despite Mrs. May’s enthusiasm and encouragement, I didn’t have the same passion for music as I used to. My short attention span wasn’t helping and having to practice while also devoting time to soccer and cross-country meant my free time was practically non-existent. I thought about quitting but I couldn’t gather enough courage to tell my mother. So that being said I continued, lessons generally followed the same pattern unless I had a recital in the near future. In that case, they were demanding and strenuous. That was the case as in 2 weeks I had my largest recital where I would be playing Moonlight Sonata by Beethoven on top of a piece I had written with the help of Mrs. May.

Although life is overbooked and filled with stressors, I can relax and enjoy playing soccer. Wearing the colors and badge of the team I’m on is something I hold with pride, and I work to play well while representing my team. At the same time, I train and work hard to excel and reach higher levels of competitive soccer. Even with the constant ups and downs and quiet car-rides when we lose, my passion for the game still tends to bring me back to the game and take my mind off of all my cares. Many a time I would sit and want to quit, but all the adversity and strong work ethic shapes who I am today. Through all my experiences, soccer is one of my favorite things to do and a passion I fully enjoy. Playing in the high-intensity travel and school games, plus coaching of my little brother’s team all are activities I love.

As the show captivated my senses, it captured my heart, and turned from what I thought would be a trite show like the soap operas my mother enjoyed into a breathtaking experience. The dancers leaping and flipping across the stage were astonishing, and filled me with a sense of wonder. I was not consciously aware of it at the time, yet in some way, I aspired to emulate them in my own life. Now I in no way wanted to be a broadway star; however, I wished to gain even just an ounce of the talent they possessed. Exiting the theatre, I had a different attitude than when I had first gone through the doors. I had finally found something that I did not just enjoy, but that I was fervent

The heat of the light was burning down on me, and I felt much too warm in my costume. I remember thinking that I would pass out any minute, though whether that be from the blinding heat or my body-wracking nerves, I did not know. I performed my heart out that day. We all did. We acted as one, every scream, every laugh, and every action was done in the most seamless way possible. In those 30 minutes, we were all parts of the machine that was our play. As the play went on, my fear disappeared. I do not recall feeling anything other than joy on that stage. The knots in my stomach slowly unraveled, and in their place came an unbreakable confidence. I walked across that stage as if there was nothing in the world that could possibly tear me down, and my cast mates held a demeanor in themselves similar to my own. There was a magic on our stage that day. I felt a warmth spreading through me, an elation like nothing I had ever felt. As the lights dimmed out and we waltzed off of the stage, the sounds of applause had erupted throughout the hall. Our last show of the season had been our best, and I could not have been more satisfied. Ms. Carraher, our director, and Mama Jack, our assistant director, had always told us that when our show had reached it’s peak, there was a sparkle on the stage. I knew there was a sparkle on our stage that day. And the only thing that could diminish that sparkle, would be not

I don’t like work—no man does—but I like what is in work—the chance to find yourself. Your own reality … —what no other man can ever know. They can only see the mere show, and never can tell what it really means.

Butterflies are flipping in my stomach, my heart is racing, and I can feel the tiny beads of sweat forming that always threaten to wreak havoc on my stage makeup. People are rushing back and forth placing props, adjusting costumes, and giving final "break a leg" wishes. I hear the murmur of the nameless faces on the other side of the grand drape, and the familiar rush of adrenaline mixed with a strange sense of peace comes quickly as the curtain opens. Our many weeks of rehearsal all come down to this night, and as the stage lights come up the murmurs cease; I quickly scan the audience for familiar faces in the moments between the opening of the curtain and the show's start. Then, I take a deep breath in, and start my performance.

”A passion gives you a reason to keep learning and to work toward mastery. It can often give you a reason to travel, and therefore to have the new experiences so key to happiness. It gives you something in common with other people, and so fosters social bonds. It gives you purpose. It often has a satisfying physical aspect-rock-climbing, fly-fishing, and knitting. It gives meaningful structure to your time. It makes the world a richer place. When you're in pain, it can be a refuge, a distraction, a

As my heart beats with anticipation, adrenaline gradually conquers my body. I let the heat emitted from the searing stage lights sink into me. Aware yet inattentive, the populous audience is off-putting. The music plays and in the incoming moment the art of dance is revealed as we express ourselves. The feeling is liberating! Dance is a passion of mine.

I stood behind the curtains that framed the auditorium’s stage like red velvet hair on a doll, and peeked around. The tall dim lit room brimming with red chairs, was beginning to fill up, so many people and faces, all here to see a dinky middle school play. But to me it wasn’t “a dinky middle school play”, it was my life, it was a project I had been working on for months and although every line was memorized, every motion set in stone, I felt ill prepared. The lights beaming onstage were so bright that from the sidelines I could feel their heat and my makeup had begun to smear. It wasn’t the lights alone although, I felt my own heat radiate from my body, another group of faces piled into the auditorium, my

I believe that it is of extreme importance that each person finds a passion of theirs and pursue it. Pursuing a passion can greatly impact your life in many positive ways. A passion does not have to be time consuming, or distract from your everyday life, it can just be something a person enjoys and does in their free time. My passion is playing music, more specifically the trumpet. I really enjoy playing the trumpet and during the journey of pursuing my passion I have made friends, and had awesome experiences I would not have otherwise had.

My desire and passion for helping others is intertwine with my personal and professional life experiences. Growing up in Guatemala, a third world country, helped me become the person I am today. My first twelve years in my native country taught me lessons that changed my perspective and shaped who I am and who I want to be in the future. From a young age, I had this great admiration for nature and in Guatemala I was able to admire it. I remember endless nights looking at the stars and patiently waiting for a shooting star. Nature was my play room. Life in Guatemala was beautiful but it wasn’t easy. It was not until I came to the United States that I begin to realize how much my mother had sheltered me from the violence and poverty that surrounded us. Sadly, my beautiful country is fill with corruption. The rich exploit the poor and laws are created to protect does in power regardless of their wrongdoing. In Guatemala, women are treated unequally because our society has rigid gender roles and has created a culture that takes pride in masculinity and machismo. It was well known in my small village that if a man found a female attractive and wanted her for himself he could “robarte” which translates to “steal you.” My mother and many other women in my family experienced this. My father was a policeman in Guatemala and he was attracted to my mother. My mother, on the other hand, was not looking for any serious relationship because she was only 17 years old. The city closest to

Everyday we learn a lesson, but it it is a process that we must go through. It can feel overwhelming at first since the beginning is pretty much a blank space. At a young age my passion for art really showed; however, I didn’t quite understand how to start or knew any techniques that I could use. In time I was able to learn completely. I had many people there to help me in the process and once I did, it felt like I was taught to do something that could only keep progressing in. I learned that my artistic abilities were not automatically exceptional; I needed time and dedication to develop my talent.

A passion is a strong love and interest you have towards something. It may for something you love doing, like reading, gardening, art, or even sports. Passions can be temporary, but while you have them, they can be fun. I have experienced a passion for several activities. When I was just four years old, I got involved in gymnastics. As I got older, my passion for gymnastics faded, and it did not appeal to me anymore. I recently quit doing gymnastics, but I admit it was fun while my passion for it lasted. I got many benefits out of doing gymnastics, including friends, skills, and some flexibility. Now I’m into art, which I’m sure will give me many benefits as well.

“In my head, I’m just me, and yet when I go out into the world, people don’t see certain things about me.” (Sanna, page 29, paragraph 8) I’m the type of person who see things differently in the world as I construct my own opinions. As cheesy as it may sound, I like to believe that everything has a reason behind it; and that everyone has a purpose in life. Growing up, I never explored much of the world, but I felt that I didn’t needed to. From my parents' wise words to things I witness on television, I imagined what the world was. The only thing I truly knew was that I was surrounded by the love of my family and our furry companions. My childhood is something that shaped me into the person I am today.