Many people no longer ask this question. I see in a the grocery store. The adult driving the nice car with a string of kids with them. Everyone has new toys, nice clothes and designer shoes. The kids are screaming or playing with their brand new phone, while the parent try to make decisions. It can be unnerving to look into these peoples face. Many look worn out and miserable, many ignore their children. On the outside many of these people are deemed successful. They have fulfilled the requirements that society has set forth. Yet so many gaze around with haunted eyes.
People don’t take the time to examine what they want. They simply swallow the ideas supported by society and the media. Ideas like our success should be evaluated by our possessions. We need to tow the line and get the office job and work our way up. It is only years later that many realize that a successful life is defined by the relationships that we forge and the memories we make.
I was born asking questions. It is a trait that is a double-edged sword. It is extremely hard for me to function long term in office setting. While I understand its importance, I am not motivated by money. I cannot justify spending my brief existence in an office. I strive to create my own path, and am doing so as I write. I was blessed with an overactive mind. I am always thinking “what could be?” Until I satisfy that urge, that voice will not fall silent. I think it take exploring and taking risks, and working as hard as I can. But I am fine with that as long as it is something I believe in.
While my writing hasn’t become a burgeoning career, it is showing promise. It is going to take a lot of work and time. Yet it is something that I want to pour my life into, and I look forward to continuing to pursue it. I have also realized that when you are doing something that you truly love, you will not work a day in your life(you were right Mom and Dad). I am an industrious human being, and I know that eventually this will go somewhere. I simply want to pursue something I love.