Figuring out my passion in college took me longer than I thought it would.
At first I wanted to study economics and work in finance.
However, the uncle of mine who worked on Wall Street who influenced my aspirations suddenly commit suicide after the 2008 financial collapse. After seeing the torment he was bearing in private while putting on a facade of happiness and success, I started to rethink my life and everything that I desired from the future. The idea of having my family life suffer as a result of my own aspirations and dreams of riches and glories was getting sour and bitter sweet whenever the thought would cross my mind. As a partial coping mechanism, I pursued visual art to cope with the grief and newfound stress from no longer knowing what I wanted to study during my time in college. It suddenly hit me one day while I was deeply engrossed in a sculpture project—what makes me the happiest is being an artist. It was a risk majoring in visual arts, but now I’m in graduate school in Denver and enjoying my life despite its twists and turns. This weekend my friend and I will be visiting the Denver Art Museum with cannabis oil pens in our pockets. Last time we did this we visited the Museum of Contemporary Art and just slipped into the bathrooms quickly to take a few puffs off our cannabis oil pens. As long as you don’t blast the bathrooms with weed vapor, no one is going to give you a hard time. Colorado has seen recreational cannabis longer than any other place in the world, with Denver being the epicenter of it all. It’s no joke that there are over 400 weed dispensaries in Denver alone, and that doesn’t even account for Boulder to the northwest.