My “things to do before I am 30” list:

1. River Rafting
2. Camping for over a week
3. Volunteer at CUPA and make a difference
4. Complete Salsa classes
5. Travel alone to Nepal
6. Get above a 720 on my GMAT whenever I decide to attempt it
7. Learn Spanish
8. Study Buddhism
9. Document the history of the world
10. Write a book
11. Open a shelter for street children and help in their education

Into the Wild...

You know you have lived, when you find something worth dying for. If you ever really want something, you should reach out and grab it with both hands. That’s what passion is. It’s the only thing that makes the good, better!

That’s the irony though. Your passion is your own. It’s probably what makes you, you! And if happiness is truly felt only when shared, then how does your passion make you happy unless you find someone who shares your passion? And that would mean that your passion isn’t just yours, but has to be shared to be truly a passion!

It’s confusing, and it’s not what I set out to write about. But it made me think. I am passionate. About 2 things: animals and travel. I am 24 and I have not done too much in either field that I can be proud of. And maybe it’s because I have never found anyone who shares my passion in both of the above. Now, where does that leave me? Impassionate?