It came to your head almost all the time. The question. The big, scary question. What do you want to be when you grow up? Maybe it won’t be that ‘scary’ if you heard it when you were five or seven years old. But we are not getting younger. And that question will haunt us, come to us over and over again.
I’m 25 right now. I still don’t know what do I want to be now. Hey, I’m an adult, don’t I? People will expect me to answer that question. Currently I work as a lecturer in a university. I love this job, I love to teach and to learn at the same time. Teaching at the university is one of the best way to do both things.
But do I really want to be a lecturer? Well, I still don’t know. I always thought that it might be one of the best opportunity that ever happened in my life, teaching at one of the best university in my country. Yet, I always want to be a designer. I want to make things, to build something. I want to be able to point at one building, or one restaurant, or one office, or anything, and say that it was me who designed it. It was me who made it. Who build it.
Unfortunately I haven’t had a chance to do that. I did some design, but it was ended on paper only. They’re not build it. They don’t make it happen. I believe, though, someday I’ll make something. It doesn’t have to be big, or grande by it’s size. It could be anything. It could be a building, it could be a book, anything.
So, if anybody ask me right now, what do you want to be? I still don’t know the answer. But I will try my best to pursue anything that I think good to me. I’m kind of person who believe that something good will happen to you as long as you live your life with the good intentions. Well, that’s me. How about yours?