What you really want to do in your life.

Remember the first time someone asked you what you want to be when you grow up? Children’s tongues rarely tremble when they are about to answer this question: it’s as if their future is something dictated and controlled. Of course, you were still a kid by that time – your innocence has nothing to do with decision-making since back then, life for you is a game of paper, rock, and scissors.

You would say, you want to be a doctor since curing the sick is one noble job to do. In the first place, that’s the only job you know of, anyway.

By the time you have had your first step in the school grounds as a first grader, you eventually wished to be a teacher. You may have loved the idea of teaching and of sharing knowledge to others, otherwise we may have thought of it as one of those noble jobs in the world.

Every candle blown means another year has passed. Every merit card means another achievement, and every sermon taught by the guidance counselor are lessons learned. You may have developed your intense desire for buying clothes for your Barbie doll so you wanted to be a fashion designer. You may have loved the idea of playing Hot Wheels and make skid marks on the ground so you wanted to be a racer. Or some Science book inspired you to launch yourself to the outer space by being an astronaut.

Your fields of interest expand as you grow up. One by one, you pick it up and feel whether you can put yourself into it.

When you got yourself slumped on your chair as a High School student, you hated the way paper looks like. The sight of paper irritates your eyes, so you dismissed the idea of being a teacher. You flunked your Biology class just because you interchanged the femur and fibula, that’s why you have realized that your dream of becoming a doctor is nothing but far-fetched. Your Barbie world has collapsed. Your Hot Wheels have crashed. Being an astronaut seemed more of heroic since it’s much fatal than how it looked like in pictures.

Now that you’re on your third year in High School and the list of your mundane things grows longer, you resorted to attend this Career Orientation. Well, maybe almost every job in the world is noble. You just really need a little massage for the next bloody years to come; and this guide may have been the right thing to help you.

Finished at 4:11 am on a sleepless Friday morning, I made a narrative about education and stuff for our brochures for this upcoming Career Orientation our organization launched. Though this wasn’t my job (since I’m on the Program committee), it felt great that it also served as a post for today…

And of course, it gave me a royal pain in the ass. So much for a nice morning. I beg your pardon for anything ungrammatical.