I've recently been completing transfer applications and one in particular requires an essay of sorts. Like all college application essays, this one is exceedingly dull and "cut and paste" if you will. The classic question of "why'd you choose your major and what are your goals?" just doesn't quite hit the spot like it used to. But it did however, get me thinking.
You know how everyone asks you when you are little what you want to be when you grow up? Well, I've realized that even though over time that question evolves into a "where do you want to be in 5, 10, or 20 years" or a "what do you want to do with your life," people never really stop asking. And at what point then does it become unacceptable to say simply a ballerina, or a teacher, or a firefighter?
I feel like eventually some people get it in their heads to be "clever" when people ask these sorts of questions and say things like "i want to be happy" or what not. But honestly, those people are just being smart asses and not answering the question adequately. And being a smart ass usually warrants a swift smack to the back of the head, in my opinion.
In all honesty, if one were to ask me right now, at this very second, what I want to be when I grow up/where I want to be in 5, 10, 20 years/what I want to do with my life, I would have one very simple answer:
I HAVE NO FUCKING CLUE.
I believe that its in this admittance itself that I've discovered the one truthful answer to those questions. Sure I could spout off some nonsense about wanting to teach, or be in publishing, or write, or just about anything else but does that really answer the who, what, and where of life? I think rather it just packages it into a nifty little title so that small minded people in the world can label you and attempt to comprehend something that in itself is incomprehensible. Not to get too philosophical, but can anyone know for absolute certain who they will be before they actually achieve it? I suppose that is why I feel admitting you haven't the slightest idea of the what the future holds is the smartest and safest answer.
Alas, my rant is over. And I will leave you all, oh glorious readers, with one last bit of incite.
"All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling." --Oscar Wilde
This poem happens to be a Dianna Michelle original as well as one my sister Sarah quite enjoys.
Bagel is ruined;
So black you can taste the burnt.
Toaster is at fault.
~Stay Classy Readers
