Squandering it all for the sake of fervency...

Having been satiated a nursing career, I still avow that I'm not gratified with the profession. I have gone through a lot of sacrifices and dreadful expenses. It's like undergoing a horrendous immolation just to supplement a job that I'm not happy with. Yes, I know! Shame on me, shame for not even repaying my parents undying aid, shame on my mentor who believes in me, shame on my countenance! But God knows, I wanted to break off.
I just found my passion happily yet disgruntled. My heart cries for photography . Why did it just occured to me? I have all the chances before, but I still know my parents will strongly object. Years had passed by yet the longer I wait, the nearer I grasp for the hands of failure. There are times I even caught myself crying for an unfulfilled dreams. I wanted it so badly! More of like a profession, but how? My parents and family will surely and completely be dismayed. I don't know, perhaps they think that it's a cramped loss on my part knowing that photography won't nourish me when time calls for help. Ooooh well, guess I'll continue being stranded in a reverie and wait for someone who'll rouse me up and utter the heart melting words 'hey I love your photographs.'