My reasoning

I started my blog October of my second year of college. I'm about two months from graduating and I'm seriously considering making this my last post.

I have about twenty drafts I haven't published yet, because I never quite polished my thoughts on that particular subject. Maybe in a couple days I will be tired enough to keep writing.

Ever since I started the blog, it has had a therapeutic effect on me. My thoughts finally line up and I can find sleep easier. These last days it hasn't helped much.

I'm on the verge of some huge decisions. People ask me why I chose the career I'm going into. Others remind me--I hate it, because I know--that the job outlook is grim and the salary isn't much better. After really thinking about this, I have finally come to my definitive reason.

I used to say something along these lines: "I wanted to become a missionary doctor. When that door closed, I chose journalism because of the similarity. Missionary doctors travel places to heal people there, while journalists travel places to heal people back home."

Okay, valid point. Still, I feel it may be a bit greedy and pretentious. I don't just want to take the honor for creating a new conscience. I realized that even though I may create new conscience, the main focus should never be the impact--instead, focus on speaking to the reader, telling a story.

Here's my new reason of why I'm a journalism major:
"Everyone has a story to tell. Whether they know it or not, that story is the most important story in the world. Everyone's story is the most important--it is others who have tried to snuff out certain stories. Like the Doctor said in a Christmas episode of Doctor Who, 'I'm 900 years old and I haven't met anyone who wasn't important.' I want to tell people's stories. I want them to realize that their story is the most important story--maybe if we all realize we're all the most important people in the world, we might treat each other better."

Haunting

In the midst of the purges of Soviet Russia (beginning in the 1940s) from Stalin, a composer called Dimitri Shoskatovich wrote his fifth Symphony.
The mood of the times is most vivid in the third movement.
I can't stop listening.