A couple of minutes into the video I got goosebumps and I recalled a distant dream of mine. I was around seventeen years old and I remember telling a friend or family member that I wanted to be a doctor in a village in a far off country. I wanted to take medicine to children who were suffering unnecessarily and what I wanted in exchange for my service was food.
I remember specifically saying that I would be so happy to do that work for carrots and potatoes.
Fast forward a couple of years to college where I learned what it took to get the letters M.D. behind your name. Mainly what I couldn’t stomach was the FDA brainwashing and drug company bribing that was sure to be part of my “education”. In a previous post I wrote, “What I wanted to do was be a volunteer overseas and help children in orphanages but there wasn’t a program for that. That was on the list titled, “Get-Real-Moron-How-You-Gonna-Make-Money-Doing-That?””.
I did end up going overseas at age 22.
I wasn’t a doctor.
I wasn’t a college graduate.
But I was determined to live my dream.
Turns out my naive teenager mindset is in line with this video. For the last six years I have wrestled with idea of “earning a living”. I was so happy living overseas as a volunteer in orphanages. Then the big wake up call that everyone seemed to be screaming at me was, “grow up, get a job, get real”.
I had already found my love, my gift, but I learned it wasn’t valued by society.
I returned to the U.S. six years ago completely lost. Doing anything other than my love was difficult to accept and I put myself out on the market to the highest bidder. I worked a dozen different jobs from cleaning toilets to being a receptionist to managing but inside I refused to let go of my real work. I kept moving toward the work that offered the most flexibility. I was looking for my door, my window, my crack of an opportunity to get back to the orphanages.
I will gladly work with my kids for the rest of my life.
My hope is that our society puts an end to money all together.
Is it possible? Anything is possible!
Hungry for More, A. Monika
p.s. If there are typos, spelling or grammar mistakes in this post don’t worry about. Those are the kinds of things I’ve worried about for FAR too long. It’s time to just get it out and who cares if it’s not perfect, it’s from the heart!