From as early as I can remember, I had big dreams for myself, and not in the way I presume most kids dream. I didn't aspire to be an astronaut or a dancer. I was practical, level headed (which probably says a lot about me now) and ambitious. Now after closing the perpetual chapter of my life titled ‘school’ and coming out the other side with a qualification I’m proud of, I’m realising that while the majority of my peers are equally as smart as me, or smarter in some cases, my generation desire a slower paced career, a slower paced life; but not me.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not shaming my peers here, in fact, I’m kind of in awe of them. The greater part of my friends feel this way. Perhaps, it’s the people I’m surrounding myself with, but a more likely scenario, twenty year olds don’t want what their parents have. We’re all familiar with the rat race, presumingly the pursuit of happiness. It's a competitive, exhausting and arguably a pointless way of life, but right now, it's the life I want to live.
It is drilled into us from childhood: we go to school, get into a good university, get a practical degree that will set you up for life, get a grown-up job, get a promotion or two, retire… and nothing. That seems to be the end of the line or so we’ve been told. What about all the moments in between? The vacations, the festivals, the moments of pure joy when you’re succeeding at something you’re passionate about. Your career should not define who you are, it's what you do.