This question speak deep to me. In my family, I am first son. Always I must be strong, make money, follow path they give me. I become computer programmer because is good job, safe life. But my heart, it go to other place. Since boy, I look at pattern, number, old temple. I dream of shapes, I feel meaning in stone. But this is not career, they say. This is hobby. I try to do both, but it hurt inside. One part of me follow duty, other part scream for truth. Now I start to build new path. Still keep respect, but I choose what is mine. We must live what call us.