That infamous question I’ve heard over and over again when I was younger, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
When I was in Elementary school the possibilities were endless. Anything and everything interested me. My answer changed each day:
I wanted to be a lawyer so I could atrociously argue case after case pleading my clients’ innocence; reeling in bank rolls of money in the process. Now I worry about failure. What if I don’t gather enough evidence and my clients get wrongfully accused and convicted. Sent away and doomed to serve life confined behind bars for a crime they didn’t commit all because I didn’t find that once piece of evidence.
I wanted to be a doctor so I could skillfully save lives; rebuilding, rehabbing and regenerating those suffering back to their proper health and well-being. Now all I can think about is the years and years of excruciating medical school. The all-nighters I would have to spend scrupulously studying to ensure I have all the proper knowledge needed for school, residency, and of course to perform miracles saving lives. What if I accidentally make a mistake. What if I have the hiccups during surgery and accidentally pierce a main artery causing the unconscious patient to hastily bleed out on the table.
Oh and of course I went through the phase of wanting to be a firefighter. The occupation where you can be a “hero” without being an “asshole” (referencing police officers). The fact that I became addicted to smoking cigarettes a few years ago might give me a leg up in the fire fighting busy. I have recently relished viewing television shows such as “Rescue Me” and “Chicago Fire”. I vividly imagine rushing into burning buildings with explosions going off in every direction severely struggling to pick up the sounds of screams of the victims needing help. What if I don’t make it in time…
I am just realizing that each of the “random” occupations I have recently talked about all have to do with me saving someone’s life. Maybe in my past life I was a hero of some sort: Julius Caesar, Napoleon Bonaparte, Martin Luther King Jr., the guy who made the poison for Adolf Hitler. I highly doubt that those occupations would be suitable for someone who has contemplated suicide multiple times. Or… what if they are the perfect jobs? Who better to run into a burning building, with no regard of there own life, than someone who has nothing to lose? Food for thought. “Hey! Wait! Don’t kill yourself yet! That building is on fire and there’s people that need to be saved. If you don’t make it out well… you were going to die anyway right?” No no no that is wrong. Moving on now.
I am twenty three years old now and still haven’t the slightest idea on my uncertain future. Along with my long list of jobs I’ve had over the past five years is a long list of majors I have attempted to study. Starting with the first: Mechanical Engineering, Accounting, Finance, Business Management, Hospitality Management and finally Actuarial Science. All of these majors (besides Accounting) were very interesting. I have learned a lot in each field, but enough to know that none of these majors are the right fit for me. I’m great with people and customer service, I can sell almost anything, my favorite subject is Mathematics, I strive on eating healthy and working out (even though I smoke) and I love to write. I am kind of all over the place.
So what now… maybe I’ll never know what I want to be… maybe I’ll be stuck flipping burgers at McDonald’s… maybe I’ll get wrongly accused of a crime and spend the rest of my life in prison… or maybe I’ll get into a car accident and die due to the doctor having hiccups during surgery… AHHHHHH there it is!!!!! I FOUND IT!!!
I remember when I was younger watching the movie “Jack” played by Robin Williams. Jack was an extraordinary person having a rare disorder causing him to age five times faster than the regular person. When he was merely ten years old he looked as if he were 50 (or something like that). Jack was asked “What do you want to be when you grow up?” He thought about this for a while when it finally hit him. Jack said, “What do I want to be when I grow up? Alive…”
When I grow up I want to be alive. Alive and well. I know that sooner or later my life will fall into place. I just have to stay determined and put the aggravatingly hard work in now. Maybe one day I’ll be a writer… Hell, if I’m stuck flipping burgers at McDonald’s just know they will be the best tasting burgers you’ve ever eaten in your lifetime. That is all. Thank you for reading my posts. Feel free to like and comment on my wackiness. I love all feedback.
– Derek Ferguson