"What do you want to be when you grow up?" A question that has been around since I was five. Paleontologist, Video game developer, famous actor and singer, a small list of answers I've had so far. For me it's easier to say what I don't want to become, part-time cop, firefighter, actor, singer, paleontologist, or even video game developer. Too many choices and the hardest to break into are the best.
Society expects us to have your whole work/career life planned out from early ages. Setting a deadline of deciding on a choice when we're eighteen, when we enter college. I Know I'm not the only one who sees this as unfair because most of us don't make it that far or make what we believe to be the wrong choice.
The wrong choice, a phrase that molds to the person who makes the decision. Becoming a doctor would be the wrong choice for me but not for someone else. But when you're as young as me, you do two things. You either forget about it until time passes and you need to choose, or you spend so much wasted time thinking about something so far away. I can tell you that I am the biggest offender of this.
At fifteen I am young, naive, illogical, sometimes even heedless, and despite all of these things, I can't help but trying with all my might to see into the future. Just wanting a glance, a hint for what I should choose later in life. Something to make it not as life threatening, not as many casualties, sadly, life is not this way. Spending hours staring into nothingness as I reflect on the decisions I will have to make in the future and the mistakes that I've already set. A path that I truly wanted to be on, well, what I chose.
It's not always kittens and rainbows, I know. Most of my life had to do with taking a thousand mile path on broken glass, rain pouring above me and making me weak. But now that the sun is out and things have changed, I not only feel better about myself but even scared for the person I have to become. Easily enduring more pain that I could even realize, and I won't know it until it happens.
Everyone has a dream, with each of us being independent beings, it comes naturally. Dreams of the future change just as quickly as people of the past, in the beginning, the sweetest thing on earth, in the end, something you wish you never ate. Destroying you from the inside out and when you think you're going to die, your pain ends. Believe me, I know, because I'm on the look out to find my sweet treat again. Something I hope that will be everlasting, something without end that I will enjoy for the rest of my life. I hope you find yours too!
INSPIRED BY "Dreams" By Cady Groves
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My Confessional
Non-FictionWriting a memoir at only fifteen years old has taught me a lot. Giving me the time to reflect on the lessons I learned the hard way and the mistakes I've made thus far. I learned, if there is at least two sides to every story, there is at least two...
