Is Passion Ever Truly Enough?

So he'd been trying and trying to break into the media industry for 10 years, and almost decided to give up. It was amazing how he was lucky to have been chosen for such a well-known event, and I think we can be almost certain that this event will open many doors for him.

I'm genuinely happy for him, even though I don't know him all that well, if at all. But it got me thinking, too. What am I going to do, as a communications and media student?

Because I'm just a student at this moment, but with our internship, we're seeing for the first time how quickly we're going to have to stop studying and start working. I've always been aware of it, but it's with this that I really notice how fragile this bubble is, and it's only going to last me another few years before it pops and I find myself with a choice - do I keep studying, or get a job? We've all got to choose, after all, and I doubt I want to be a permanent student.

I've got to get a job then, and then how long can I keep going, reminding myself that I'm doing what I love? What do I love, even? Journalism? Production? Broadcasting? I need to make a decision soon.

And even then when I've made my decision, will I be able to stick it out? From everything I've seen about being in the media industry, it's tiring and cruel and definitely difficult. It's not something you should take unless you're absolutely sure that it's what you want, and even then you have your doubts - I've wondered many times if I should leave the course, and I know quite a few people who've seriously considered an exit, too.

But we always ask ourselves where we can go if we leave, and we can never come up with an answer. This was all we dreamed of doing, and this was all we knew. We never even thought of doing anything else.

But all this got me thinking, when am I going to reach that "I can't do this anymore" point in my life, tell myself to stop chasing my foolish dreams and wake the fuck up? Ten years from now? More than that? Less? 

And when I reach that point, chances are I won't be as lucky as him to be spotted or chosen for something that will encourage me to keep going, keep pursuing what I tell myself is my passion. No, I'm going to have to pick myself up and keep going, hoping for the next chance to prove myself.

Can I, will I be brave enough to keep picking myself up to walk on and keep doing what I tell myself I'm so passionate about? I'm not the brightest or the most outspoken, and unfortunately I'm not the most updated, be it news or entertainment. But I'm passionate, and that's all I've got. Passion.

But when will it finally be that passion isn't going to be enough, that it just isn't going to cut it anymore?

I think that's what scares me the most - if we look at pure talent, and pure talent only, where can I go? What can I do?

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