Kids with big dreams are encouraged. Adults with big dreams are scoffed at.
When you're a kid and you say you want to be the president, an astronaut, even Superman, teachers and parents and adults smile big and tell you with complete sincerity, "If you believe it, you can achieve it."
But when you're about to graduate from college and tell people about your big dreams, suddenly they're not inspiring, they're impractical. When are you going to start thinking about your career? Don't you want to do something practical and stable? It's not a viable option unless you can make money. Forget about having your big dreams supported as an adult if they're not sensible. It was cute when you were five but, when are you going to start growing up?
|Taken in Notting Hill, London|
It really bothers me that the question I get from everybody now that I'm a senior in college is, "So what do you want to do?"
What do I want to do? I don't know. I guess I want to travel, I want to see the world, I want to take advantage of being young and go out to clubs before I get too old to be there. I want to fall in love over and over with different people and I want to take up cooking, no painting, no bartending.
But that's not what you meant, is it? You mean what am I going to do as a post-grad to start building a "real" life for myself. What am I going to do as a career. What am I going to do to be a sensible, full-fledged adult.
I know what you mean, but that's not how I will answer your question. What do I want to do? I want to live. I want to move abroad for a few years and teach English in another country. No, it won't help me build my career. No, I won't be making bank. But since when is that the most valuable thing in life?
My senior year of high school, I would hate going to family functions because I would inevitably get all the questions about which colleges I had gotten into and what I would major in. As a future film student, telling people that I would be majoring in film was not exactly "practical". And now, as a college senior without any clue as to what I want to do career wise, I find myself placed in the same situation.
STOP. ASKING. ME.
Not because I am ashamed of my answer, but because you will be ashamed for me.