Not until, years later, I found my true interest in life did I discover that I could master a subject, no matter how difficult, if it helped me in what I wanted to do.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Like most kids growing up, I had a very wide interest. I was interested in everything. I tried to take advantage of everything, from the sciences to music to writing to literature.
I was a child with an insatiable thirst for knowledge and remember enjoying all of my courses almost equally. When it came time at the end of my high school career to choose a major in which to specialize, I was in a quandary.
I learnt the theory of movement, which I still teach sometimes. I was very, very ambitious to learn a skill.
My own interest developed because I thought it was a fascinating subject and something I wanted to pursue.
I continued to study Math and Physics on my own, but one and a half years later I realized that I did want to be a composer, and after that I never changed my mind.
My interest in life comes from setting myself huge, apparently unachievable challenges and trying to rise above them.
From my earliest days I had a passion for science.
Some broad themes brought me where I am today. At a very young age, my hobby became thinking and finding connections.
By the time I reached high school my father's grocery store had made our life adequately comfortable and I was able to choose, without any practical encumbrances, the subjects that I wanted to pursue in college.
I was never that much a focus of interest in my career. I'm aware of that now, which doesn't give me a lot of pleasure.