We are all storytellers, our life is a series of chronological events and experiences that define who we are and have changed us over the time we have been alive. It’s crazy for me to think that I have been alive for 16 years, death to me at this age seems quite superficial, and the fact that 16 years of my life are gone and I will never get back is quite a concept. Some memories so vivid to me, it seems like I was that young just yesterday. I feel like I have changed the most and learned more than I ever have this year, and with the year coming to an end, and approaching my final years as a “high school” student, I am faced with the daunting ideas of what I want to do when I am finished. It feels like the things I love most wont make me any money. I want to continue to dance, as a deep rooted passion of mine, and study at a conservatory in New York, but this I know will cost my parents money and I certainly wont make money attending a school. Once I graduate, where will I go from there? So many unanswered questions and conflicting ideas and feelings. It seems we have to choose between making money and pursuing our passion. We cant have both? Here’s the catch that I have discovered. … More 16 Years