I’m studying architecture. I love it, genuinely. The creative process, the design, the presentations, I actually feel excited when I work on projects.
But the more I got into the field, the more I started questioning whether I could actually do this for the rest of my life. Late nights, constant competition, burnout... It all started to feel like a never-ending race. I watched seniors push themselves beyond limits just to meet deadlines, missing out on sleep, meals, and moments that actually matter. And I kept asking myself, is this what I’m signing up for long-term?
At first, I thought I was just scared. But now I realize it’s not fear, it’s awareness. I’m allowed to love something and still question it. I’m allowed to study something I enjoy and still wonder if I want to build my whole future around it.
Maybe I’ll work in this field. Maybe I won’t. But I’ve stopped forcing myself to have all the answers. Right now, I’m focusing on doing things I care about, learning what I love — and letting that be enough.