Today I woke up wondering when the point in my life came when I decided I didn’t want to be an astronaut or a cowboy anymore. Before you chuckle to yourself, think about it. We all had endless imaginations as kids and then one day… BAM all you can think about is what obstacle of life you have to tackle next. It’s crazy when you realize it. Why can’t there be room for both? Maybe it’s the school system, maybe it’s our parents, or maybe it really is just life.
There’s always that one kid in high school, keeping to himself, never feeling that he could amount to anything, but it could be simply because of the current structure of society. The basic outline of the typical person from today’s standard is: go to school K-12, continue your education in college or further to get a well-paying job, pay back your school loans with said job, get married, have kids, and continue working to put them through the whole cycle. Obviously there’s exceptions to this, not everyone follows the same path. But this is what is deemed as “successful”. It’s sad, really, that money is the hypothetical ball and chain that is the root of may people’s issues. A quote that has stuck with me is: “What if the cure for cancer is trapped inside the mind of a person that can’t afford an education?” - Unknown Realistically, I am only in school because I am following that aforementioned path above. If I could, I would still ride out in the Wild West, hang out at saloons, and search for gold. Woody was my favorite character from Toy Story. If you’re a Buzz Lightyear fan leave the site now. Sadly, no place like that exists, and if you’re not working, you’re freeloading. Don’t get me wrong, I love the opportunity I have to be at a great university so far away from home but school is draining. The closer I get to graduation, the more I look forward to the day I close my last biology textbook. I do feel I have done decently well at keeping a strong creative spirit and imagination. The day I become the business man, working a 9-5, only to come home already dreading work the next day, is the day I book a ticket to a remote island. Sometimes you have to sit and think back to what inspired you to draw those scribbles that only you saw as an epic battle between a shark and a t-rex. We weren’t meant to be slaves to paper and coin.
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