When I meet people who have a deep passion for something, I can't help but ask, How did you find what you were passionate about? I get many strange looks, sometimes anger, until one man looked at me and replied, "I didn't find my passion. My passion found me."
It took me years of forcing myself to try everything under the sun just to hopefully find something that I could be passionate about. It wasn't until this year that I understood the wise words of my uncle- when philosophy found me.
    The transition into college left me feeling like success was hopeless and not in my cards. I began to lose all motivation to even get out of bed in the morning. I found myself waking up in a cramped dorm room broke, empty, and alone. I felt as though everybody around me knew where they were going in life and had things mapped out right to a successful life, when I found myself questioning why I was even waking up in the first place.
    My classes made me feel as though life was a giant to-do list. I found myself caught in the drag of getting through life and college. I was letting myself sink into the dark world defined by others, instead of a world that I build myself. That was until I walked into my philosophy class. Suddenly the questions that I have been too scared to ask myself were being asked to me. Why are we here? why are we happy? why are we unhappy? why, why, why. 
        My life quickly became making friends with all the philosophers who told me that it was okay to think the way I do. To question everything in the world and in ourselves was not a crime. I feel in love with the words and teachings of men and women who never found answers, but were not afraid to ask the questions. Suddenly, I was no longer alone. Their words pulled me back into life again and continue to do so. Their questions allow my mind and soul to grow in ways I never thought possible. I realized that my thoughts and crazy questions in life must be written down before I threw in the towel on life.
The world does not feel so lonely to me anymore because of the never ending questions philosophy encourages, all who are willing, to ask. The question 'why?' made me ask myself, why would I want to die when maybe my thoughts on life can create something beautiful instead of something so wrong and dark. Philosophy found me, when I almost lost myself.