Ethical Journalism can exist

There are a few people who are really happy I chose to get into Journalism but there are just the double number of people who believe as a girl I should chose something else as a profession because its really hard and ethical people (especially girls) just can not survive and rise in Journalism.

I know its tough, I have always known that. I know what they say is right, trust me I am not denying it. Rather than proving them wrong I am trying to prepare myself for it. But the point is there is not a single profession where everyone is ethical and professional. You can run into crisis anytime anywhere, all you need is the courage to fight back.

Knowing my own self, probably five years down the line I will be doing something completely different from Journalism or probably I will stick to it. But the point is I know things and I understand. I haven't seen the world but I want to explore. Probably being into Journalism means there is a lot I will miss out on but the kind of experiences a Journalist gets to have not everyone can.

If I do become a journalist, I want to know it can take time but ethics and success can stay together. Probably I will be proven wrong but I don't mind. I am just not ready to accept I lost the race before I ran. None of the people who are advising me is wrong but a few things are best when experienced not assumed.

I may not be the most popular and most read or heard journalist in the country but I want to be an ethical, successful and a happy Journalist. I am not denying anything, I am just prepaing myself.

P.S.
The biggest thing of my life so far is happening. I am going to South Korea for my Student Exchange. It is something I really wanted in one way or the other for so long. I believe its just the right thing to happen. For me its so much more than I say it is. For the next four months, I have kept it all on hold, confusion about my career choices, my personal life and everything else too.
I just don't want to think about anything else for now. I simply want these four months to be just mine. I want to explore and learn and to enjoy and have fun too. I simply want it to make the best out of it for myself. That's it for now.

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