Unpredicted Profession

Unpredicted Profession

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Since I was a child, particularly in my elementary days, I was constantly asked what kind of profession I would like to pursue when the time comes. All I could say is ... 'I want to be a teacher who will give and share her wisdom for the future of the next generation.' 'I would like to be a lawyer who will defend and give justice to those person who are being played by the dirty game of politics and injustice.' 'I would like to be an architect who is the mastermind of those buildings I usually stare and admire. And, take some units to be an engineer to be able to create on my own the strong foundations that could possibly touch the sky.' 'I would like to be an accountant who will make sure that every transaction is profitable and balance, not letting anyone to evade the law of tax. And, later on manage my own business that will be known in the industry of commerce.' 'I would like to be a director of a movie written by yours truly, made by my wild and curious imaginations.' 'I would like to be a doctor, not just because my handwriting is too poor that even myself usually couldn't understand, but rather to help those people who are suffering from different illness existing in the field of medicine and science.' 'I would like to be a fashion designer who could turn a piece of cloth into something that you could never take your eyes of.' 'Lastly, I would like to be a president of the country to change something, to stop the circular movement wherein those people who benefit the most are the person who are sleeping in the higher part of the pyramid.' Life is cruel and we all know that, but it becomes more messy, when you don't know what kind of path you should take. There is always a journey destined to everyone. But what if all the professions I mentioned above was just a terminal? Wherein I will just pass by, but it will never be the place where I will drop by...
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