Wednesday, December 9, 2009
tigers can not go to college
When I was younger I was asked what I wanted to be when I grew up. I would always answer quite confidentially, "a tiger" until I hit about seven years old. I gave up on my dreams at the age of seven? No, I just revised them. At a young age I was determined to become a tiger because they were what captained my interest At seven I was determined to become an optometrist, simply because I had to wear glasses and was around them a lot. From optometrist I moved on to a radio DJ, professional skateboarder, astronaut, president, teacher, lawyer, FBI agent, psychologist, park ranger, adventure guide, biologist, environmentalist, zoologist, bum, and currently I am aiming for field biology/ecology/naturalist. Each different future career came solely from what I was most concerned and fascinated with at the time. I am not sure I will accomplish my current career goal, but it does not really bother me anymore. It does not really mean I am giving up or losing ambition. If I stray away from this path it would simply mean I have changed my mind again. Everyday I learn who I am and everyday I change a little bit, I would be naive not to expect my goals to change. I honestly do not want to be a tiger anymore and could not care less about being the president. If I were to honor all the goals I have ever had I would be blowing way to much money on plastic surgery and full body tattoos. Not accomplishing some of my old goals is not letting myself down, trying to accomplish something I do not care about, that would be letting myself down.
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