When I Grew Up
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” Every child has been asked this question countless of times and I was no exception. I remember having different answers with innocent reasons.
- Professional pianist because it’s classy.
- Detective because I definitely would love the thrill of it.
- TV host because you get to go to different places and experience so many things for free.
- Lawyer because you can sound right all the time and almost everyone believes you.
- Doctor because I want to help other people feel better.
Apparently I am nowhere near becoming any of those. And that’s okay. As I grew older I figured I didn’t want to be one person all my life. Just the thought of it alone came off as tedious. So I decided to be someone who writes. Not a writer, just someone who writes. Oftentimes I’m an average girl sharing her worldviews in a personal blog only a couple of people care about; sometimes I turn into wild creatures living only in between once upon a time and happily ever after; other times I find myself being so many beautiful and ugly things stuck in rhymes and meters and verses. It was then that I realized that if you can write, you can really be anything and everything you want.
“What do you want to be when you grow up?” I’m already a grown up and I honestly still could not answer this simple question. Maybe I don’t want to be something; maybe I just want to do something, that is, to write. There are five reasons I want to be someone who writes:
- because it’s classy.
- because I definitely would love the thrill of it.
- because you get to go to different places and experience so many things for free.
- because you can sound right all the time and almost everyone believes you.
- because I want to help other people feel better.
Lately a number of friends and family members keep asking me what I plan to do after finishing my thesis and graduating college. I just give everyone the classic shrug.
But deep down I know.
I’ve always known.