I imagine myself standing at the crossroads of life.

My heart tells me I should do whatever I feel most passionate about… that is, to pursue a degree in the humanities, namely, musicology.

But I live in a world driven by economy, a world in which the humanities is a dying breed.

So should I labour out of love, only to face the harsh reality of the academe…

Or should I labour out of hate, only to wake up every morning — grieving over a lost dream that could never have been?