My life is full with so many unexplained deeds, and sometimes I walk at night wondering what it’s that I am to do with my life. As a recent High School graduate, there now exist thousands of many choices to take, as I stand in the express way, I see roads going deferent directions but I can’t see what lay ahead of me at the end of each road, so I wonder, what road should I take? I can become a writer but how can I write and yet not having the money to buy a pen, or I can go on to be what every child’s dreams was, a Doctor. How can I be a doctor when I can’t stand the sight of blood? Deep inside me, I know I was born to be a writer but in our modern age, writing doesn’t give you that house loan, writing doesn’t get you a car, why? Because there are thousands of writers out there and more and more people are losing interest in reading (Especially books) because of the invention of TV, Radio and other alternative for reading. Tomorrow I will wakeup and begin the day by thinking what to do with my life, a writer or a doctor?