Thinking about what you want to do in the future can be such a scary thing. It was such a simple thing to think about when we were kids, but as we grow older, reality sits in and decisions become much harder to make. Some of us are blessed with knowing what we want to do at a young age. Others, like myself, find it extremely hard. Torn between different choices, unsure what is the best course of action. I'm sure I talked about it briefly before, but writing helps to collect my thoughts, so here I am again.
When I was 16, after my O's, I thought long and hard about what I wished to study in poly. And my answer came to be psychology. Throughout the three years of studies, I was so sure that I'd either be a social worker or a psychologist. But as my passion in photography grew, so did my desire to become a photographer. It was a far-fetched dream, and I knew it. I wasn't sure if I should chase that kind of dream. As I started to write to express myself, I fell in love with English. To the point where I got confused again, where did my passion lie. Perhaps I should pursue a degree in English and become a teacher is what I actually considered. Before I knew it, I was almost done serving the nation. The career fair used a few questions to work out what would best suit me, and the answer was to be a journalist.
To be honest, I'm not sure if that would suit me very well either. All I know about myself is that I don't really like being cooped up in an office. I like a job that's pretty flexible as well. Come to think of it, I should just be my own boss huh.
But it's not like I don't have a dream job. I do aspire to write for lifestyle magazines such as Kinfolk. Such is a dream that's just a little too far. Too far for hands like mine to reach.
Truth be told, I'm at a complete loss.
I envy people who chase their dreams. It takes courage to do that. Unfortunately for me, I lack that kind of courage.
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