My high school year book awarded me “most likely to do something crazy with his/her life”. I had taught people to juggle fire, organized no pants subway rides, and was the first follower whenever I overheard a crazy idea. Throughout college, I organized larger and larger events, with ever increasing budgets, to bring zombies to the streets, spread literacy, and showcase better education models to public schools.

Then, school ended and I found myself working for a big business. They had a traditional hierarchy family model. I was one of the communication children, meaning I was taken care of with a great salary and benefits, and I should have no desire for promotion. The company was an hour away from the city, so most employees moved closer. They had a thousand employees, working the majority of their awake time, moving at the same pace day after day. Their culture began to consume me, slowly replacing the passion that defined me with the comfort that defined them.

I know not if I am happy any longer.