What do you want to be when you grow up? Teachers and family relatives would ask us when we were little kids thinking the world was a perfect place. Our answers would be along the lines of “I wanna be just like mommy or daddy.” And “I want to be an astronaut.” But now we look back on it and the dreams we once had changed, some went a step lower (to a doctor or vet) and others became burnouts, burger flippers, celebrities, drunks, and few became the unknown street artists. None of us really grew up to be what our parents wanted, what we thought we wanted.
The world may be a hurtful place but it holds adventures that we have to unfold our self. I for one told my mom (before she and my dad got so caught up in work) I wanted to be a lawyer just like her, and on the side I would produce a reality TV show. Then I grew up and instead of green lights everywhere I turn there was yellow and red lights telling me to slow down and eventually stop completely.
I never complained just lived my life- or let me rephrase that; I lived up to what my mom and dad wanted, I worked hard to maintain my GPA so mommy and daddy could pull the strings to get me into Harvard Law. I sat and listened, listened to everything my peers told me, everything my mom taught me before was burned into my skull so I knew as long as you pretend you’re happy, people will automatically respect you.
Though my appearance may come off confusing, everybody in this sophisticated town knows me as Rebel, the girl with the bright future and purple hair, band tees and skater skirts. Mom used to say everybody respected me because I listened and understood everything they were doing for me was for my benefit. Honestly I don’t really think that everything there doing is for my benefit, more like my successful parents don’t want any bad press from my disobedience.
Being a doctor, helping out the sick, saving people’s lives, putting the dead in the morgue… not really my cup of tea. In a much more realistic way of things, it will bring good money into this family; a lawyer, TV producer, and a doctor, how much more successful can a family possibly get? I don’t want a tiring job that involves dead people and the pressure of saving another’s loved one. I want to write a book, be a photographer, travel the world, find myself.
Find myself. Who am I? What is my purpose and why don’t I know it yet?
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Misunderstood
Non-fictieHow can you have everything you could ever want, and still feel as though you have nothing? Rebel Daring, has everything any teenager would be lucky to have, she has great looks, a successful family, amazing friends, and a picture perfect future alr...
