Epiphany

The other day I had an epiphany

I had been asking God for a sign to show me my purpose here

He listened.

While I was thinking about my terrible grades while studying a major that I chose and am interested in, it came to me.

I'm not studying the right thing.

I think i'm supposed to be writing, producing and executing my own ideas into the world, not studying the anatomy of the human body

Although I am fascinated with the human body, I am passionate and damn good at writing.

Maybe this explains why I can never focus on just one thought

Maybe I tried to make my own plan and not follow God's plan

and am doing myself a disservice.

So where do I start? I've put two years and $50,000 into this major. Do I change my major halfway through college?

Honestly, that seems like the only option for now. I can't keep putting myself through failure.

This poem is about: 
Me

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