De one with Dreams

Decide what I wana be

"Professions" from thespringerlebaker.com

 

Like happiness at some moment in time, I believe we never missed considering what we wana or inspire or ambition to be. At a tender age, I picked up a color pencil and my hand told me I wanna draw. Sent for art lessons, got praised in school for having a talent in drawing. Went for competitions, didn't win much but guess my works possessed some charm to be captivated as display on noticeboards. Everybody who knew this "gift" in me pursued me to become an artist. Ironically, it had never occur to me I wanted to be one.

I used to hate professionals. I recall passing this kids-go-on-stage event. Vividly while the contents remain intact. There was this boy, taller and bigger in size than me, standing next to the MC. The MC asked "Tell us, what do you hope to be when you grow up". "A lawyer!", replied the boy with a snobbish tone. Back then, I thought "what's so great about being a lawyer?". Despise would be the appropriate description of how I felt back then. Was being rather defensive. My most-respected ambition was to grow up to become a teacher. It appears teachers then, were the only external figures we have contact with with authority and hands full of teaching materials, transparencies, marker pen, multi-colored chalks and knowledge.

It wasn't until later did the evils of logic which eroded this inspiration. We realised the importance of wealth, justice and finally, self-passion, that we started moulding our dream jobs towards fulfilling these attributes. Through my 24 years, considerations were given to fireman (after watching ladder 49), lawyer (after watching Lucy Liu on Ally Mcbeal), police investigator (having watched Hongkong dramas), drummer on tour (post-spectaculated Yamato Wadaiko), pornstar boy (not because of obscenity. It's a plain crazy ideal). Silly as it sounds but looking back, it's the innocence which lives in all of us. A little dimension stolen from the daunting and stagnant nature of pragmatism.

I ever considered being a knight or "fu ma" (young master). With age and maturity only did I learnt these were positions not earned but entitled. Since we are at this, I was washing my spoon the other evening. The shiny surface of the useful eating tool strike a match in my mind. In modern time, we are born with a silver spoon in our mouths. Not pure silver since pure metals are too malleable and easily broken. We have aluminum and pewter which are shiny too. The million dollar question is, are we that poor? Does the idiom "born with a silver spoon" mean anything?

And look! Where am I at? Haha.. drowning in the joys and tears of audit. Woot!