I used to think I would grow up to be a doctor…until I heard how much schooling it requires. It’s not the educational aspect that threw me off, but the mass amount of debt that goes with it.
I thought of being journalist, tirelessly investigating ground breaking stories…until I realized how dangerous that can be. Maybe I’ve seen too many movies, but I didn’t want to end up missing or dead because I poked my nose into the wrong person’s business.
I don’t remember specifically if I was five at the time, but I remember seeing a shooting star when I was young. Excited, I started to wonder what I should wish for. Money? Fame? Success? None of those seemed right to me, so I went with a fourth option: happiness. I wished that I would grow up to be happy. I felt pretty satisfied with that wish. It filled my heart with joy.
Decades later, I reflect back to that with a sense of gratitude. For as young as I was, I’m surprised I didn’t wish for toys, a new bike, or friends. Apparently, I had enough wisdom to know those were not important.
What are your thoughts on the matter?