DIRECTION MUST BE YOUR OWN
INTRODUCTION
I'll be writing on series of stories designed to help us in experiencing life to the fullest.
This stories are 100% Plagiarism free, it is made possible by the wonderful gift of the human mind and brain.
Using another free gift, our imaginations, that no other form of creation can enjoy.
Humans can become whatever they think they can become by using the genius that lies dormant untapped within us, using the wonderful tool of imaginations and labour.
Michelangelo was sure a genius sculptor, but it wasn't only his genius that made him the David statue, it was his genius combined with his chisel and hammer (depicting labour) that made him a great sculptor.
DIRECTION MUST BE YOUR OWN
Trisha, born into a wealthy family of four siblings including herself to make it five, three boys, two girls all of which are medical doctors, her parents included.
Her dad works for the most prestigious medical center in the country, and her mum as doctor in the same centre.
Trisha's four siblings works just outside of town and as a neurologist and surgeon respectively.
They are so wealthy that the wealth the family accumulated will surely live beyond five generations should they choose to stop working today.
Standing six foot three, light in complexion, rounded face like that of her mum's, pointed nose like her dad's, hips best described as that of a Coca-Cola bottle, dark long hairs reaching just before her waistline, legs slightly bowed giving her a goddess-like look.
Added to her beauty, Trisha is the most intelligent of them all, parents included.
Her grades in medical school smacks that of any of her family members in the face.
Trisha looks everything a man wants in a woman.
She has a pleasing personality, easy to get along with.
In spite of all her success, Trisha was merely coasting through life, sheltered from the real world by her parents, it's safe to say Trisha doesn't know any world other than her medical world.
She's so protected from reality that she doesn't even know the prices of everyday use groceries, professionally she is killing it.
Well respected in her workplace, no one knew how she had lived throughout the years.
Over a period of years, Trisha lost her enthusiasm towards life. She goes to work because she had to.
Work has become so routined that all the fun in it has gone into the drains.
Trisha has now gotten into a eating disorder, losing weight rapidly, her faultless physique now becoming a sorry look, it was as if she's had it with living.
Whenever she feels any form of negetive emotion, junk food was her go to therapy. When she looked at the mirror, she gets upset about her looks, then she eats even more again because she feels upset about it.
Her parents became so worried trying to figure out what went wrong along the way with their daughter.
A promising genius way more productive in the medical world than all members of the family combined.
As this went on, Trisha stopped working, she retired herself to the confines of her bedroom. Family dinner was not appealing to her no more, she prefers eating her junk foods not because she was hungry, she eats just to feel that brief release of dopamine.
Her dad was so worried he had to pay the best private therapist to come attend to Trisha.
Trisha wouldn't say what's bothering her. This wasn't because she doesn't want to, it is because she honestly don't know what turned her life into one nightmare of a dream.
After a week of hit and miss therapy session with no breakthrough, finally Trisha broke into tears and these were her words
"I have everything I need that money can buy, I have excelled to the pinnacle of my professional career, they label me 'genius' because I truly am, so I thought, but with all these accomplishments, I don't feel even the slightest of fulfillment.
I feel like I'm not born to become a doctor, when I get to work I just go through the motions with no emotions, yet I am the best in my field, why do I feel this void inside of me?" She asked sobbing.
"I don't even know how food gets into the grocery store, or how money gets into the bank, I was raised with such tunnel vision that my life revolves around medicine alone.
What I can tell you is the day this all started, it was when I took a break from work to travel to another part of the world, what I saw made me feel like I've never lived before"
"I totally understand you now" said the therapist.
"Your whole life, you have been told what to do, when to do it, and how to do it. You've never had a sense of control in your personal life, you felt pressured to become a doctor because that's what you all did, a family legacy"
The therapist continued, "and the eating disorder, that's Anorexia nervosa"
She concluded by saying to Trisha, "Direction must be your own in other to find fulfilment".
Trisha quits being a doctor, (to the disappointment of her family) she dedicated the rest of her life to becoming a philanthropist, in it she revived her personal life, and found fulfillment, something she's never felt before.
CONCLUSION
We've been told what to do every now and then, when to it and how to do it, not saying it's bad, but this is acceptable when we're much more younger in our lives.
When we get older in life, direction must be ours. Our ability to gather information and decide which is valuable to us forms our philosophies.
In every sense Trisha was successful, except she's following her family's direction. Depriving her of her fulfillment.
Most of us are doing that which we're not passionate about just to please the people we care about and respect.
It is your life, own it.