“What do you want to do when you grow up?”

Everyone asks me this since I remember, my answers were: police women, firefighter, astronaut, psychologist, store owner…  All that kids usually say and the influences we have from the family.

Back in that time I knew I had a lot of time to figure it out, but now I’m 16, almost 17, one year away from college and now I ask myself that same question, “What do I want to do with my life?”, but now I have no answers.

I’m told to choose what I like to do, but yet they tell me to choose something where I can have a good wage, something that has big demand so that I won’t end up unemployed. You know what? That’s bullshit, how am I supposed to follow something that I like, something that I want to do for the rest of my life, when I’m being pressured for something that’s not even my fault, something that’s just a big excuse for people in 20 years say “I choose this degree because the one that I really liked couldn’t get me a decent job” and then be unhappy with it and whenever it’s possible to complain? I don’t want to be like that, I don’t want to be doing my job counting the minutes to go home, I want to always give 100% or more in what I’m going to do, I want to count the seconds to start doing my job, I don’t even want to call it a job, because when people do what they like it’s not a job anymore.

Maybe that’s the scariest part, not the possibility of being unemployed for a long time, the responsibility of choosing something you have to do for the rest of your life and like doing it for 5, 10, even 30 years without thinking about quit the job.

What can I say, I’m 16, and I don’t have a clue of what I want to do with my life, I know what I like to do, but I don’t know if I like it enough to do for the rest of my life, and probably is going to be that way until the very last moment possible.

“That’s when I first learned that it wasn’t enough to just do your job, you had to have an interest in it, even a passion for it.” ― Charles Bukowski