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  • Writer's pictureAlexis Morillo

Why I'm Pursuing a Career in a "Dying" Industry

Updated: Sep 10, 2018

I wanted to be a doctor. Cut things open, help people feel better. All that stuff.

Now, I’m a journalism major. And weirdly enough, I feel like I have that same power. I can get inside of people and help them feel something, but with words. (also less years of schooling which is nice, too.)

When it’s past 1 A.M. and I’m sitting at the worn out desk of my dorm room reading a chapter in my journalism textbook about what a primary source is (as if I already didn’t know) I question myself.

Why am I doing all of this work for a “dying” industry?

Why is all of this money going toward my higher education when I may not even get a job?

Why am I learning all of the ways to write most effectively when people don’t even care to read anymore?

And so on. And so forth.

But then it dawns on me…who would want me cutting open their knee, teaching their kids, building their house if they knew it wasn’t something I had a genuine interest in doing. Have you ever thought about that…what if that doctor that put a cast on your broken arm was only doing that for the money or pride and not because he wanted to help you fix your broken limb. WHAT IF?!

I would not consider myself a starving artist–starving college student, maybe. Unless the “starving” part of that cliche is referring to the insatiable hunger for MORE. I want more than a desk job. I want more than a hefty pay check (believe it or not). I want more than a profession that makes people picture the size of my house when I say my job title.


I want to find a piece of myself in others. A piece of myself in the larynx of those that do not have a voice. A part of myself stuffed in between bookshelves. A fragment of my being inside of the lead pencil tucked behind one’s ear. I want to form my entirety out of notebook papers, dated entries, annotations that are legible only by me. I WANT TO FIND MYSELF IN BYLINES.

So don’t you dare tell me journalism is dead. Don’t even try to say studying communications is going to lead to a life of nothingness because I will disagree until I exhaust myself into a pile of dust. People had to communicate somehow thousands of years ago. People will continue to crave interpersonal interactions for as long as we inhabit this very planet. We must share our stories in whatever way we can. If you are lucky enough, you may have the privilege of sharing your story or bringing someone else’s to life. Journalism is not dead. It has recreated itself into something that we must somehow fit into our human experience. As a student, it is my job to learn how to fit it into our human experience.

I did not choose my major for money or fame. I didn’t even choose my field of study to make my parents proud (though thankfully, I think they are prouder that I chose something I love truly and wholeheartedly than if I stuck with something that I thought I was supposed to love).

I do not write for any of these things.

I do not even write for you, the person reading this.

I do not write for anyone else at all. (though if I can make someone, somewhere feel something that would be quite nice)

I write for me.

I write for me.

I write for me.

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