I have always admired those people who have known what they wanted to be their entire lives. My mom is one of those people. She dreamed of being a teacher ever since she was little, and now she gets to live out that dream of hers every single day. If you have a dream like that, do not ever lose it. Do not let the world and reality scare you away from what you truly want.

For me, I had those dreams, but they came in a slightly different format. Instead of dreaming of a career, I dreamed of a lifestyle--a lifestyle of helping people, traveling the world and constantly learning and experiencing new things.

That is why when I was presented with the idea of studying the world, speaking its languages, and learning about its people, I did not hesitate to choose a humanities degree, even though everyone around me thought I was crazy for picking an area of study in "this economy" that would not lead to immediate dollar signs.

Three years into this incredible field of study, and I am happy to report that I have found where I belong without ever really needing to search. This is where I knew I belonged my whole life.

I think back to my mission trip to Perú, where my poor translation skills led me to help a man from my church who could not speak any Spanish to speak with a native Peruvian. It was not the most successful translation, but it was enough to make me feel as though breaking those language barriers was my calling. I loved seeing the look on the Peruvian man's face when he could finally talk to this man he had speaking with for hours using body language.

Then, it was the moment in the London airport when I was standing in line waiting for customs, and I saw a border patrolman send an older lady to the back of the line after she had not filled in her paperwork correctly. The lady stood confused in the mix of foreigners trying to enter the U.K. I looked up at her and saw the look of despair in her eyes. I asked her if I could help her, and in her broken English, she responded, "Yes, please," with a big smile. She then said, "can't see" pointing to her eyes, to which I realized that this lady did not even have the ability to properly read the form, which the busy border patrolman had obviously overlooked.

I proceeded to help the lady fill out her customs card. After almost an hour of standing in line and trying my best to understand this lady's Serbian passport, it was the moment of truth. We arrived at separate desks at the border hoping to enter England. After my three-day visit had been approved with no problems and I had begun my walk toward the baggage carousel, I looked back to see the lady's passport being stamped for approval. With the biggest smile on her face, the lady looked at me and waved with gratitude.

The stories of the people I have encountered all over the world and the simple care and consideration it took to understand their situations is why I have fallen in love with my degree. But more than that, my lifestyle choice--to be a lover of humanity, and to understand it on all levels, noting that no one is inferior because of their upbringings or cultural differences, but that we are all just unique occupants of the same world.