When Will This Madness End? A Note to President Trump

“I speak as an American to the leaders of my own nation. The great initiative in this war is ours. The initiative to stop it must be ours.” 

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

“If I don’t make it I love you and I appreciated everything you did for me,” a student wrote to a parent. As I read these words, endless tears streamed down my face. As the mother of two teenaged girls in high school, I cannot even imagine getting such a text from my daughters. It’s not only heartbreaking but it’s also inconceivable. No parent should have to worry about sending their child to school. No parent should have to question whether or not their child is safe.

Yesterday, when I first heard reports of the shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, the shooter was still at large. My heart raced as I thought not only about the students and teachers but also my parents and other relatives who live in Broward County.  It was a huge relief when I heard the shooter, 19-year old Nikolas Cruz was apprehended.

Thus far, the death toll stands at 17 with others wounded. Broward County Sheriff Scott Israel said, “This is catastrophic. There are really no words.”  No, there are no words. No words will ever be enough. We don’t need words, we need action.


PHOTO: Tom Brenner/The New York Times

Mr. President, during your recent State of the Union Address you stated, “My duty, and the sacred duty of every elected official in this chamber, is to defend Americans, to protect their safety, their families, their communities, and their right to the American dream. Because Americans are dreamers, too.”

First let me say, I don’t envy you and would never want your job. I commend you for wanting to make America great again. You are 100 percent correct. It is your duty. However, it’s not yours alone. It is the duty of every American.

Sheriff Israel has repeatedly said, “If you see something, say something.” He also noted in a news conference earlier today that this is not the time to worry about saving money but rather about saving lives.

He went on to say that people are concerned about their rights but he questioned, “…what about the rights of young kids that go to schools with book bags and pencils, don’t they have the right to be protected by the United States Government to the best of our ability. . .”

Yes, they do! So the question is what do we do about it?  President Trump focused on the need to do more to identify and help those with mental illness.  While I think this true, it doesn’t stop there.  We do need more research to better understand mental illness and more resources to deal with it.  However, we also need stricter gun regulations.

Someone with a history of mental illness should not ever be allowed to purchase a gun. What continues to amaze me is that many of these shooters obtained their firearms legally.  In this case, Cruz obtained an AR-15.  According to Peter Forcelli, special agent in charge of the Miami field division of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms and Explosives, he purchased the gun legally and no laws were broken.

Really? A mentally disturbed individual who had a fascination with guns and posted disturbing images on social media is allowed to obtain firearms and no law were broken?  I’m sorry but I wholeheartedly disagree. If no laws were broken, we need to change the laws. We need stricter gun control.

While advocates of harsher gun regulations fear for their safety, opponents fear the loss of their safety. While I understand both sides, something has to change.  We need to find a medium because what we have now simply isn’t working.

Although regulations differ from state to state, here are three key points:

*You must be at least 18 years of age and must be a citizen or legal resident to purchase rifles, shotguns or ammunition.

*People who are considered a danger to society, fugitives or patients committed to mental institutions may not purchase guns.

*A background check is required before anyone can purchase a firearm.

So if a background check is required, what went wrong? Obviously, Cruz should not have passed this background check but did. These background checks need to be more extensive. We need to do more to make sure that these guns to do get into the wrong hands.

We also need more law enforcement, not less. Although it saddens me to have to say this, we need an armed guard at each school. Every morning when I drive my daughters, I see crossing guards stationed at each school. At times, these crossing guards are police officers. So why not rotate shifts with local police officers at every school?

My daughter Lia thinks a better solution would be to have metal detectors at every school. None of this comes without more costs and higher taxes. But when it comes to the safety of our children, I think many parents would opt for higher tax dollars. If anyone out there has other ideas, I’m all ears. My point here is that we have to do something. We cannot let this violence continue.

President Trump, you said we need to answer hate with love and cruelty with kindness. I agree. What we all need to remember is that despite these evil acts, there is far more good going on in this world. But we also can’t just speak empty words. We need action.

Today, Florida Governor Rick Scott said, “The violence has to stop. We cannot lose another child in this country to violence in a school.”

No, we cannot. But this responsibility rests not only with our government and law enforcement agencies, it rests also with every single American. Let’s please make sure something is done about this cruelty and violence. Let’s remember that good will forever prevail over evil.


In the Face of Evil, Love and Compassion will Always Prevail

“There are no greater treasures than the highest human qualities such as compassion, courage and hope. Not even tragic accidents or disaster can destroy such treasures of the heart.”

Daisaku Ikeda

thI honestly can’t wrap my head around it. Violence seems to have become the norm in so many ways around the world. From school shootings to terrorist attacks at home and abroad, it has been overwhelming and extremely disheartening.

Yesterday, as my 16-year old, daughter Lia got into my car at the end of the school day, she asked, “Mom, did you hear about what happened in Las Vegas?” I looked at her sadly not wanting to discuss yet another mass killing with my daughter.  Lia proceeded to tell me that she rushed to text a friend who lives in Las Vegas as soon as she heard the news.  “My friend is OK,” she said with a sigh of relief.

“I don’t get it, Mom,” she said. “Why would someone do that?”  Unfortunately, I had no answers for my daughter and I still don’t.  It sickens me to have such grim conversations with my children. As a young girl growing up in the 80’s, I honestly don’t remember ever having such chats with my mother.  Don’t get me wrong.  Bad things happened then, too, of course.  But it just seems like they are happening far more often today.

At least 59 people were killed with over 500 injured, some critically, when a gunman opened fire from the 32nd floor of Mandalay Bay Resort and Casino in Las Vegas on Sunday night.  It is being deemed the deadliest mass shooting in recent U.S. history.

Both the injured and the dead represent people from all walks of life. From police officers to teachers and adults to teenagers; the bullets did not discriminate.  An arsenal of firearms, including automatic weapons, were found in the killer’s (64-year old, former accountant Stephen Paddock) hotel room.  As of this writing, law enforcement officials can find no clear motive for such a horrendous crime.

As I said, I just can’t wrap my head around it nor do I have an answer for my daughter Lia. But there is one thing I do know and that is love and compassion will always prevail in the face of evil.  If you look at any of the recent terrorist attacks or shootings at home and abroad you will find the heroes.  You will find the compassionate souls who risked their lives to help complete strangers.

Sunday’s shooting was no different. My eyes filled with tears today as I read the many brave accounts.  I read about the mom who used her body to shield her daughter and the many who drove the injured to the hospital in their personal vehicles.  I heard about the young girl who once out of harm’s way decided to turn back into the violence.  When asked why, she explained that she wanted to help the victims.

Then there was also a bartender named Heather who held a stranger in her arms as he died. She then remained with his body not wanting to leave him alone.  If you look at the many pictures posted online, you’ll see numerous shirtless individuals who used their clothing as tourniquets to help the injured.

Many of these heroes were among those who lost their lives. If it weren’t for the selfless acts of so many caring strangers, countless lives would not have been spared.  President Trump summed it up well when he said, “Our unity cannot be shattered by evil. Our bonds cannot be broken by violence. And though we feel such great anger at the senseless murder of our fellow citizens, it is our love that defines us today—and always will, forever.”

Very true. It is love and the countless acts of compassion that define us.  In the face of terror and evil, we are no longer strangers.  We are one; our hearts forever united.  In the midst of tragedy, the goodness of humanity stands unshaken.


This blog is dedicated to all the victims of Sunday’s attack. A special heart-felt thank you goes out to all the unsung heroes.  It is this love and compassion that will forever define us. Again, thank you from the bottom of my heart.

Is There Such Thing as Luck?

When it comes to luck, you make your own.”

Bruce Springsteen

When I was little, I remember spending hours combing the grass for a four leaf clover. According to tradition, the four leaf clover is said to bring good luck. And who can’t use a little bit of luck, right?fourleafclover

Luck of the Irish is a phrase which is generally thought to mean “extreme good fortune.” But as noted on mentalfloss.com, the term is not of an Irish origin but American according to Edward T. O’Donnell, an Associate Professor of History at Holy Cross College and author of 1001 Things Everyone Should Know About Irish American History.

“During the gold and silver rush years in the second half of the 19th century, a number of the most famous and successful miners were of Irish and Irish American birth. . . .Over time this association of the Irish with mining fortunes led to the expression ‘luck of the Irish.’ Of course, it carried with it a certain tone of derision, as if to say, only by sheer luck, as opposed to brains, could these fools succeed.”

As St. Patrick’s Day approaches us, many wonder if there is actually such thing as luck. Some say there is no such thing as luck and everything can be chalked up to taking chances in life. Still others say some people are just lucky. Let me give you some examples.

When I was working on my book, Visits from Heaven, I happened to contact ARE Press in Virginia Beach, VA, for reprint permission. When I did, they expressed interest in the book and asked me to submit a book proposal. They liked my book proposal and the rest is history. When some people heard this, they said I got lucky. But did I?

It was my book proposal that sold my book. I spent a long time researching evidential afterlife communication and interviewed some of the top experts in the field. So I don’t think it was luck in this case. I worked hard and it was noticed.

However, what you don’t see are the many rejection letters that I received on the way to final acceptance. One of my favorite quotes by Author Brian Tracy is “I’ve found that luck is quite predictable. If you want more luck, take more chances. Be more active.  Show up more often.”  So I kept pushing and showing up.  I believed in my book and wouldn’t quit.

It had more to do with my determination than luck. That doesn’t mean that I don’t believe in luck.  On the night that I met my husband John, it was freezing and icy outside.  My friend Sara showed up at my apartment wanting me to go out.  I did not want to go out.  I was comfy in my sweatpants and had no interest in braving the icy roads.

She persisted, however, and I ended up relenting. That night, I met my wonderful husband John.  So if you ask me, that night was due to a bit of luck.  But had I not decided to go out, I obviously would not have met John.

The point I’m making here is actions determine outcomes. If you want something, you have to make it happen.

What about the neighbor who won the lottery twice? You might say what a lucky guy he is! I mean who wins twice? The person who keeps taking chances and playing the lottery.  If you play, there’s always a chance you’ll win.  Although the probability of success may be miniscule, it’s still greater than zero.  The odds will always be greater when you at least try.

The Good, The Bad, and The Compassionate

“If you want others to be happy, practice compassion. If you want to be happy, practice compassion.” – Dalai Lama

It’s a pretty scary world we live in these days.  This month alone we’ve seen attacks on police officers in the United States.  We’ve seen unspeakable acts of terror in Germany, France and Turkey.  This week a priest had his throat slit by terrorists at a church in France.  And the other day in Japan a man wielding a knife killed and injured several disabled individuals because he felt they were not fit to serve in society.

We live in a world with both bad and good.  As Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “Every sweet has its sour; every evil its good.”  But when we are overwhelmed with all the bad, it’s hard to see the good.  It’s hard but more necessary than ever before for all of us to remember that despite all the terror in this world, there will always be more good than evil.  Evil will never prevail because good will always be stronger.

I once read an interesting post which said evil and suffering is actually a necessary part of God’s design.  The writer’s point was if everything was perfect in this world, we would not learn the true meaning of such virtues as forgiveness, courage, kindness, justice, mercy, remorse, generosity and self-sacrifice.

True.  But I would add one other thing to the list and that is compassion.  I’ve read many differing definitions for compassion.  Some state that it literally means “to suffer together” while others claim it means the ability to understand the emotional state of another person and having sympathy for the misfortunes of others.  All are correct.  However, the most important part of compassion in my opinion is that it involves the willingness or desire to help others and alleviate their suffering in any way possible.

I was born with a disability known as cerebral palsy.  On April 12 of this year, I underwent surgery to my right foot and Achilles tendon area.  For several months, my leg had become increasingly spastic and painful.  I was told that my Achilles tendon had begun to fray pretty much like an old rope and I was also shown that I had a huge bone growth.

Removing the bone growth would require extensive surgery and a serious recovery so instead I found a doctor who is known for a procedure he pioneered known as SPML (Selective Percutaneous Myofascial Lengthening).  In addition to lengthening my tendon, several holes were drilled into my bone growth in order to increase blood flow to the area.

procarephotoTruthfully, I was not prepared for the extent of my recovery.  I am now suffering from nerve damage and cannot feel part of my foot and leg.  Hopefully, the feeling will come back sooner than later. I am currently going for physical therapy and have pretty much had to learn how to walk again.  According to my physical therapist, a wonderful-caring man named Dean, my muscles are not working properly so I have to pay attention to every step I take so that my brain makes the connection.  I can hear his voice now, “Heel, step, back…heel, step, back.”  Has it been tough?  Yes, absolutely.  But one of the things that has truly helped me through this ordeal is the compassion I’ve been shown not only by my family and friends but also by complete strangers.

Complete strangers have let me lean on them as I walked through parking lots to my car or have offered to put my bags in the car for me at the supermarket.  Friends have left food and goodies at my door anonymously and have sent flowers and cards to brighten my day.

There was one older woman that I remember most of all.  For some reason, walking on the hard floors at my local Shoprite would cause me a lot of pain and with that pain came more limping than usual.  On this particular day, I could barely make it out of the store.  I only had a handful of items to buy so I didn’t bother getting a shopping cart.  This was a mistake as I didn’t have anything to lean on.

As I made my way slowly out of the store, a woman came up to me and asked if I was OK.  “You look like you’re in pain,” she told me.  To this, I replied that I had recently had surgery on my leg and would be fine.

“Oh,” she replied, I can see the pain on your face.”  Then she reached forward and took the two bags from arms.  At first I tried to refuse her help but she was insistent.  So finally, I smiled gratefully and led this beautiful soul to my truck.

When we reached my vehicle, she put my two bags in the back and reached forward to give me a much-needed hug.  I was all teary-eyed as I thanked her for her kindness.  “God bless you,” she told me.  “We all have crosses to bear but everything will be alright.”

I stood there as she walked away shocked by her words and her compassion. As I got in the truck, the tears flowed.  Unbeknownst to her, I had been feeling so sorry for myself and her words and encouragement gave me a much-needed boost.

Looking back, I don’t know why I didn’t even ask for her name.  But what I do know is that her compassion will forever stay with me.  Her kindheartedness will forever remind me that despite the immoral things that may be happening in this world, the good will always outnumber the bad.  It is this good that we all need to focus on.  As the Bible states, “Do not be overcome by evil, but overcome evil with good.” (Romans 12:21 ESV)

Your Memories Can Be Your Cure

“One of the best ways to make yourself happy in the present is to recall happy times from the past.”

~Gretchen Rubin

By: Emily Sorrentino, Guest Blogger

memorieshappinessWhen we are young, our minds are a blank canvas. We hold the paint brushes, and the paint. We have the opportunity and the power to create whatever we want. We add color to our own lives. As we grow and as we discover our worlds, the picture grows and it changes us. The beautiful thing is the memories that form as a result of what we experience.

Memories are the most powerful product of our incredible minds. They have the ability to change how we act, how we feel, and who we are. Psychology has proven that mood and memory go hand-­in-­hand. Experiencing good moods and forming happy memories will work together to keep you happy in the long run.

This can happen in two ways. The first is known as state­-dependent memory. This is a method of memory retrieval in which we are more likely to recall a certain memory when it involves the specific mood that we feel at the time. In other words, we will likely remember something happy from the past when we are happy in the present.

The other way this can happen is called mood-­congruent memory. It is a similar concept that states when we recall happy memories, we will, as a result, replicate those happy feelings experienced in the memory. This is an even more efficient way to lift your spirits if you feel upset, angry, or weary.

So, how can this information help someone? If you are diagnosed with depression, or if you are experiencing a mild case of a depressive disorder, one recommended method of treatment is going to be therapy. In this type of therapy, it is likely that your therapist will take you through exercises including recalling happy memories. This is one way that they will try to help you conjure a happy feeling in the hopes that it will stick and help with recovery.

This can cause a chain effect. If happiness is present, then more positive memories are likely to come flooding back. In some cases, this, often along with medication, can lead a patient to full recovery.

So, if these simple methods can be used to soothe depression, why should it not be used to prevent it? I understand hopelessness, and I know it can make you feel weak and powerless, but we should all know that happiness is a state of mind. Happiness should never be a destination that we try to reach. We should never believe that we need to base our happiness on how much we achieve. We can’t go through life only being happy when we’ve reached socially predetermined goals, like getting married or having kids. Happiness is a state of being. We can be happy at any moment of any day. It’s up to us to make it happen.

If all it takes to brighten our day is a good memory of a happy feeling, I think it’s extremely important to make sure we have those memories in our minds. I’m 18 years old, and I realize now more than ever that this one life that we are given is meant to be lived. I’m actively trying to take every opportunity I can to get out and live life to the fullest. I want to remember all of the important moments. When I wake up at the beach and smell the fresh, salty air, when I drive around town with friends with the windows open and the breeze in our hair, and when I am surrounded by my entire class dressed in blue graduation robes and I realize this is the last step. I am coming up on my last week of high school, but I won’t be sad because I have everything I need to remember. I am prepared to leave and not look back, but I know that I will look back some day. At least I know I can be happy about it.

So, simply live your life. Make memories that you will want to look back on and remember that those memories are your keys to happiness. They will take you far, if you let them. And when you don’t feel as good, they will be your cure.

Rediscover Your Self-Confidence

“Confidence doesn’t come out of nowhere. It’s a result of something… hours and days and weeks and years of constant work and dedication.”

Roger Staubach


Guest blogger, Emily Sorrentino

There is a bold and noticeable difference between the way someone with self-confidence strides into a room and the way someone with little confidence wanders into the same room. There is a difference in the way these two people talk and sit and smile. It’s apparent in the subtle way someone with confidence holds their head and chest. Their movements are sure and purposeful. They exude a physical sense of conviction. But this doesn’t mean that they are better than everyone else, and the physical aspect of their confidence does not imply that the trait is genetic or hereditary.

Throughout the years of my own struggle to find self-confidence, I’ve realized that confidence is a quality that can only develop if we personally will it to. In my previous blog post, I mentioned that there are many aspects of my life and personality that I love and that make me who I am. I can safely say that my confidence is at the top of that list. My confidence in both myself and my abilities makes everything else I do easier because I am not afraid to make mistakes or try new things. Does this mean I always succeed? Not by a long shot. But I also know that if I don’t succeed, that’s just fine.

So, if confidence isn’t hereditary and it isn’t something that we are born with, why does it seem to come naturally to some people and evade others? Truthfully, it doesn’t come naturally at all. Living a fearless, confident life only comes from attitude adjustment and personal esteem boosts.

People who suffer from low self-confidence don’t necessarily lack praise from others. They lack praise from themselves. The days I started to feel more confident were the days I started telling myself that what I do is great and what I’ve achieved is outstanding. Even when I didn’t believe it, I was assuring myself that I’d done a good job at something. Eventually, that self-assurance motivated me to work harder and improve. Over time, I found that I was actually doing something well because others would praise me, too. Though I didn’t need approval from others to feel good, it reinforced my sense of pride.

I can remember one specific instance where this was applicable in my life. I’ve been a black belt for over three years now. Since my promotion, I’ve grown as a student and a teacher of martial arts. However, I was not always so sure of my abilities. The day I was to be promoted to black belt, I was told that the entire dojo (school for training in martial arts or self-defense) would be participating at the tournament. We all had to perform a kata (an individual training routine for martial artists similar to a dance routine for dancers) and we would be judged and ranked within our group of ten. I was nervous, to say the least. I used to be simply terrified of doing anything in front of people. Just before my turn, I was shaking and I felt sick to my stomach. Everything felt blurry. Even as I performed for the judges, I felt empty and mindless. When I finished and received my scores, I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. I numbly returned to my seat and finally breathed. However, as ranking was called out, it so happens that I was surprised to learn that I came in first place. I didn’t know how but I ran and received my medal.

When the day was over, I wondered how I could possibly be good at something when I was so scared to do it. I realized that our fear holds us back from discovering our true strengths. All that time, I could have held my head high and looked poised instead of mortified. In the competitions since then, I have taken first place not just because of my talent, but also because of my visible fearlessness and confidence.

This idea of fear holding us back is universal and so obvious in everyday life. We are shown, through social media and everyday interactions that people who put themselves “out there” too much are showy attention hogs. A girl who wears so much makeup and posts a selfie online is “asking for attention.” But what if she just likes the way she looks? What if she’s just a confident woman and wants to share it with her friends? We are taught to shame people who love themselves. This leads to less and less people showing off their confidence. If we stop worrying about and fearing what others may think of us, we can fully, and without hesitation, plunge into life with no apprehension. Don’t be afraid of yourself and what you can do.

As I said earlier, those who lack self-confidence and self-esteem don’t necessarily lack praise from others. They do, however, lack praise from themselves. Truthfully, self-confidence must always begin and end with you.   Because you are the only person who can ever really stand in the way of your success.


You Are Your Passion

EmilyRecently, I was asked to participate in a mentorship program for graduating seniors at a local high school.  The program would allow me to mentor an intern for a period of five weeks.  When I agreed, I must admit I did not expect to work with someone so passionate and wise beyond her 18 years. 


Emily Sorrentino will be attending the College of New Jersey in the fall, majoring in English and Journalism.  I am an honored to have the privilege of working with this amazing young woman and am extremely grateful for her help.  She will be my guest blogger on this site over the next four weeks.  I hope you all enjoy her wisdom as much as I do.   

“With ordinary talent and extraordinary perseverance, all things are attainable.

Thomas Foxwell Buxton

When I was eight, most girls my age either danced or played a skilled sport. Being without passion for any particular activity, I was in search of a new hobby. Sure, I had danced, but I was never really good and I didn’t feel like my world would end if I gave it up. So, after I inevitably quit, I set off to find something new. I was never like every other girl I knew, so I wanted something unlike what every other girl I knew did. Time and again, my mind landed on karate. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I needed to give it a try. There was a local dojo that seemed credible and fairly priced. I begged my mom for weeks to let me give it a try. I can still remember her making a deal with me. She would say “I’ll let you try it, but you can’t quit. You have to stick with it”. And that was ten years ago.

Yes, it has been ten entire years since I started studying Isshinryu karate. It turned out to be a completely different experience than I anticipated. I expected the stereotypical showy art of jumping really high and kicking boards. I figured I would be taught by a chiseled, burly creature of a man whose muscles looked like over­inflated balloons.

karateemilyBut I remember my first class quite clearly, and I remember meeting my teacher for the first time. I remember the warm greeting and smile that I received when I walked in the door. I remember being clueless but feeling secure and welcomed. My teacher, despite having a full class of kids, guided me through the early learning process and helped me to feel comfortable in a room full of strangers. I didn’t realize it then, but it would be that safe and caring environment he created that would encourage me to dedicate my time and energy to improve and work hard at everything I did.

Most people think that karate, and martial arts in general, is about beating people up and breaking wooden boards and flashy kicks. Well, I’ll admit that I can break boards and I could hold my own in a physical fight, but that’s not what’s important. While my technique has improved over the years, so has my ability to retain information and think critically and ask intelligent questions. I know more about how the body works and the history of karate than I ever thought I would. Karate is about stamina and subtlety. I could be flashy if I wanted to, but I know better. I know that crazy punches and kicks look cool, but they are not as effective. I know that the body works in a certain way and, if I wanted to, I could manipulate it to my advantage. There was a sign hanging by the door of the dojo when I first started. It said “this dojo instills self-­confidence, self­-control, and self- discipline all while learning self-defense.” (A dojo is a place where one studies karate).  I’ll always remember that because sure, I can defend myself, but it is the other three traits that I see in myself every day. They help me be the kind of person I like to be.

Today, my teacher and I have a great relationship and I have been deeply involved in helping and learning at my dojo. I met some of my best friends in my ten years there, and I don’t know what I’m going to do when I have to go to college and say goodbye for a while. Luckily, I will always carry with me the confidence, strength, and intuition that studying karate has given me. Everything I’ve learned is not just important while I’m at karate; it is applicable in every aspect of my life. I am a better student, teacher, friend, and overall person because of my experiences at my dojo. I can even say that my years at karate got me into my dream college. I wrote my essay about karate, it was an important part of my resume, and my teacher wrote a personal and positive letter of recommendation. To simply say that karate is a big part of my life would be a colossal understatement. I see traits in myself that I love, that others around me don’t have, and I feel grateful for the choices I’ve made. I wish everyone could feel about themselves the way I feel about myself.

That’s not to say that everyone out there should get up and join karate. I got lucky; I found a one ­in­-a-­million dojo. I was in a very special environment and, unless everyone plans to move to Madison, New Jersey to take some karate classes, I don’t think anyone could replicate my karate experience. That’s not the point I’m promoting. I hope that everyone can someday find their “karate”. Everyone deserves to have something that they will always remember and that brings them to life­long friends and that changes them for the better. Though it could be found just by chance, like it did with me, I encourage everyone to go out and look for it. Explore your options and explore the world until you find your passion. Once you find it, if you’re that lucky, let it change you. Work hard and commit to loving whatever it is you do. Commit to loving yourself, and then, you will find, life gets easier.  Because in finding your passion, you’ll find you!