Daily NhanSense: Every day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.
Day 22’s Topic: Dreams.
Do you happen to remember that one particular question we’re all asked as children?
“What do you want to be when you grow up?”
It’s such a novel question when you think about it. What do people, especially adults, hope to expect from a kid who barely knows that there is more to life than lunch and recess at school?
And let’s be real here. Every kid changes their mind at least 10,000,000+ times before they even have an inkling of what they want to do with their lives.
But I digress.
I remember a lot of my random answers as a child.
Firefighter. That’s a laugh. Even when I was younger, I wasn’t a very strong kid.
Be a doctor! My parents would tell me. Yeah, but I didn’t want to be one.
Be an engineer! “They make good money,” they would tell me. But math fell out of favor for me after the third grade. Not to mention, it’s safe to say that I don’t want to risk people’s lives with the bridges I design or anything like that. Cough. Cough.
Hey, the in-class simulations on the computer told me so!
Welp. That’s life in a nutshell. I think it’s odd how we are expected to lock in an answer so young and then expect ourselves to make that certain dream, that one particular nugget always looming in our imaginations, a reality at some point.
Sure, ideally, if someone had the destiny of being the greatest cardboard box designer in the world. By golly, that person should not let that potential go to waste.
Or so one would think.
You see, and I do stress this aspect about me, my parents didn’t really push me down a particular path per se. They wanted my brothers and I to get good grades, go to college and then land a big job and make the big bucks.
Pretty straightforward. However, I had to be the anomaly.
Whether it was the delusions of one day being the next big inventor of something cool (yeah, you gotta dream big in fifth/sixth grade) or the thought of being a game designer at Nintendo (I even wrote a letter to them), things shifted around at some point.
Long story short, I wanted to be a journalist (hence the Nhan Fiction name of this cool site and all.)
That’s all I wanted to be when I finally rolled into college and had a chance to choose a major. I wanted to record the first drafts of history. Not for a lot of money, mind you, as anyone who wanted to be a journalist for making the (not even big) bucks would be completely stupid and moronic.
Journalism, of course, is a passion-driven industry. Not a dying industry these days in the sense that it’s in a transition point, but I graduated journalism school at a weird time.
And to add insult to injury, I had to discover that I was not quite ready for this thing called the “real world” just yet. And boy, did all of it come crashing down on me in a heartbeat.
Nonetheless, this is how this blog came into existence. Just a place for me to toss my thoughts out there in this world, to whomever who cares enough to read it …
I owe a lot to this blog. I don’t know where my mind would be without it.
Every day, I remind myself that I have dreams to follow.
To everyone out there who thinks the world is out to get you, well, prove them all wrong.
Dream on. Dream big. I know I certainly will.
“Get good. Be better.” – Nhan Fiction