Lately I've been cornered by the bully in my mind, demanding that I choose a passion or my future self will suffer. Now more than ever I feel this pressure as I enter into my senior year of college. I could always pursue a career that doesn't interest me for money's sake, but I am too concerned with my happiness and mental well-being to take that path. I want to be happy with what I choose to do, and more importantly, I want work to not feel like work.

This may seem like a backwards way of thinking for this day and age when our classmates are choosing majors based on money and not joy. When asked why they won't consider a different path that may lead them to emotional success they may respond that their parents wish them to continue in said major or their future salary is extremely appealing. They seem to not mind if their future career feels like work. But I mind.

Still, one thing is missing, and that is passion. There is not one subject or activity that I can see myself doing for the rest of my life. That might be a commitment issue, but I see it as not wanting to put all my eggs in one basket. I'm not outstandingly good at anything, and definitely, don't have any secret talents. This at times concerns me, but it shouldn't.

I am constantly exploring, trying different things, meeting new people, taking (some) advice, and putting it all into a mixing pot like ingredients into a soup that I don't have the recipe for. All of this gets me closer and closer to figuring it out, whatever it is.

Don't get me wrong, just because I haven't found my passion doesn't mean I'm not enjoying life. Maybe my passion lies in life itself, not a specific activity or career. If this were the case, I would never have the pressure of reaching an end goal, but instead, I would take my time and find small passions along the way.

This is a scary time in my life, as for many others. A time where I hear my sisters and friends talking about their passion for music, physics or other topics, and when asked what my end goal is I stumble through some automatic response that borderlines on ambiguity.

How is it that I'm supposed to find my big life goal when in reality I have a difficult time figuring out what I want for dinner? All jokes aside, however, maybe finding a passion isn't the end-all point of life, as many make it out to be. Perhaps we are meant to have fun as we turn each page in our book. Not pressure ourselves and others into finding only one purpose in life.

Let's throw society's expectations out the window when thinking about careers and life purposes. You should move through life without getting down on yourself for the little things and look at the bigger picture. We're here to have fun, explore, and truly enjoy life. So start now.