We’ve been asked this question time and time again: “What do you want to be when you grow up?”. And throughout my 17 years of living, my answers ranged from pragmatic to eccentric.
As a kid, I would say I want to be a doctor one day and change my mind into becoming a dragon the other. I wanted to be whatever struck my fancy at that moment. I lived inside my own head.
Then, there came a time where the whirlpool of fiction sucked me in. I breathed in books and stories. I got a better glimpse into the world outside. This was the time when I wanted to become a werewolf or a witch. I still have an old notebook filled with magic spells I invented.
But there’s always a time when we are forced to face reality and leave behind our fantasies. We have to study and prepare for exams that determine the course of our life. I found it a struggle to decide what I wanted to study in the future. Doctor, engineer, accountant. This would become my identity. And I wasn’t ready to choose right then.
However, I’ve now discovered that there’s more to life. Yes, ten years from now, I might be a scientist or an author. Or maybe a trapeze artist. I will never be able to answer that question properly. Looking into the future, even if I’m just imagining it, is like staring into the depths of a murky lake with no bottom. The only thing we can do is hope that the things we want come true and work towards it.
So, ten years from now, I don’t know what I’ll be doing or where I’ll be living. I know that I’ll change my mind often in the upcoming years, just like I’ve done so far. And I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s okay to not know. I’ll just have to face each day and keep my fingers crossed that I’ll be doing something I love when I’m 27.
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