Pitiful. I'm updating a journal just to try out the free journal skins. But while I'm at it, I might as well write something actually worth reading.

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In every bit of television, movie, literature, or anything else you can name that conveys a story or message, the mentor always tells the protagonist to follow their dreams, and let nothing stop them from pursuing their passion. It's the advice you hear from every parental figure and anyone who has any right to give you advice, or anyone who doesn't. But what happens when you have multiple passions? What happens when one passion stands in the way of another? It's not as if you're going to know exactly what to do or readily give up one to follow another. Weighing the pros and cons has no effect on your decision of which to choose, because either way, part of you, part of the fiber of who you are, is being repressed. I had a small part in a local theater production recently, and even though I only had seven lines, I fell in love with the stage. To be able to tell a story convincingly to an audience who's expecting next to nothing from a bunch of teenagers and moving them to tears is a feeling beyond any sort of tangible description. Being part of the fabric of a story that has the power to change how people think and feel is, again, beyond description.
As you can probably tell from my screen name, I run cross country. Ever since my freshman year, when I was introduced to the sport, I have loved running, and I thought sports would automatically take priority in my extracurricular life. I love the feeling of competition, the feeling of being better than I was a month or a week ago. At the very least one adrenaline rush like no other every race. It doesn't matter if you collapse after you hit the finish line or hurl in the bucket or finish dead last; the fact that you've finished it and done what others laugh to even think of doing is more than enough.
An injury prevented me from joining cross country this year, so instead I tagged along with one of my best friends to auditions and wound up in said small role. Before I knew it, I was having the time of my life. Theater made not running more than bearable; it made it worth it. When the final curtain fell I couldn't wait to join the next production. That is, until I realized my injury had healed during the production and track season was coming up. My parents want me to join track; I do too. The track team is like a second family; the drama department has become my third. I can't do both; practices for either are every day of the week at the same time.

How do I choose between two things that I love?