This question we all got
asked hundreds and hundreds of times growing up. Last Wednesday I was at my old
school's graduation as I still knew some people who just graduated and I just
wanted to go back. The thing is, that there were quite some people that I used
to talk to quite a lot and after leaving school I never heard of them again, so
I just asked the small talk question probably everybody would, starting with
"how are you doing?" and ending with "what do you want to do
next?".
Finishing school is the end
of this very lengthy chapter of your life so far. I still remember how it felt,
having spent two thirds of my life, most part of my conscious existence, in
education and suddenly you are out in the open. What do you do? There are some
real classics, taking a gap year, going to Australia or another country far
away, learning a language, working, starting university... barely anyone I've
talked to didn't have at least a hint of an idea what the next few month were
going to hold for them. I mean, I was the same, the plan was very clear:
finding a job, working, travelling, starting university the year after. That
did not work out and I wasn't even surprised. I kind of knew that, as a chaotic
person, life and I tend to have different ideas for the next step, but that is
ok as long as there is a plan at all.
I get so terribly aimless
when I don't want to achieve anything. There are people who are amazing just
surfing on those waves that the ocean of life provides them with. I'm not. Even
though I am lazy I always try to involve myself in, to have a say in it too,
but that's not always what I'm supposed to do. If we stay with that surfing
picture, there is the lying on your belly and chasing the wave just as much as
the riding it. You need to practice until your body knows what to do without
even thinking about it, until it's more of an instinct than a thought through
act. That's when you'll do it the right way. (Disclaimer: I've never really
surfed in my life except for the internet, but you know...)
Now when I look back to
getting asked the title question as a child I can remember various jobs I
wanted to do: doctor, lawyer, computer engineer, forensic assistant, high
school math teacher and so on. All of these require years of studying and hard
work, besides, most of them are natural sciences, which is not my cup of tea as
I know now. As a kid we don't see it that way. I know that probably every
second child in an American kindergarden wants to become the president of the United
States. Probably no one is going to have the guts to tell those little ones
that the chances are very very limited for them.
When we are young we just
dream, we don't see what it takes to get there, we just see the goal. Now that
I'm older I should be different, I should be aware that the way I work as a
human being, I can never have my dream job, because that's the truth. I've
never believed in those seemingly obvious things though. A few month back I was
at a camp were we talked about callings. A friend of mine who was leading that
camp asked me to tell the story about how I discovered what I was called for.
She is familiar with my story and I have told it over and over before, so it
was no big deal. Whilst talking to that small crowd of about 20-30 people I
realized an additional thing though. I did not just talk about how in a dream I
saw that I was helping a prostitute get out of that business, and I thus
realized that this was what I wanted to do, but also what speaking about my
dreams has done to me.
I'm talkative and sharing.
Usually when something bugs me people will know. My intentions are mostly clear;
I'm an open book to read. By telling so many people about my job dreams I have
given them the opportunity to see me fail. I dream big, I want to fly high, so
the fall could be pretty awful. I know that at the age of twenty I could've
done more, I could be further. I still have no idea how I will end up where I
want to, if it's even possible for me or not. I don't know where it will take
me. I've struggled so much recently with another part of my life that it starts
to affect how I feel about everything else. I begin to lose trust in myself, my
goals, my friends...
And that's where it needs
to stop. This is not how I want to live my life. The word impossible doesn't exist in the same universe as God does. No one would tell a kid that it can't be doctor because the
educational path is tough, because you never know if it'll make it. How I was four years ago doesn't define whether I can or cannot be better tomorrow. I know what
I want to do when I grow up. I have not grown up yet, because that process will
only end when I exhale my last breath. Until then I don't want to know about the
odds of something happening, I just want to try my best to master this mess and
during that, maybe I'll get lucky and achieve some of my well chased goals. If
not, there will be some other good things in this for me.
Cheerio.
Ps. I'm kind of over apologizing
for not writing. I needed a break and I took it, now I'm slowly getting into
the mood again. Things hopefully return to normal now, but no promises.