One thing I believe the younger me would do so well in answering and addressing is the question of "my dream job". A lot of good imaginations, and maybe fantasies I'll say at that age. That nevertheless, never rubbed on my confidence that all things then were a possibility. It's sad that growing and realising the complexities of life, some of such attributes of unreasonable and unexplainable confidence tend to drift away, sliding into the pool of life's realities.
It's said that, "the mind is a garden, so plant in it the seeds you want to grow". Just paraphrasing. I consider the statement perfectly aligns to the life and mind of a child, who is ever imagining of everything he or she desires, thereby planting them as reality in the garden of their minds, withholding a true or false, reasonable or unreasonable reality. I think the ability to be confident about that is huge at such period.
I guess I'm right to say that no present adult never had it as an imagination of what their dream job would be. The imaginations of taking that role, that duty and doing it well. Possibly with people under your lead, directing them and instructing them on what and what not to do. Could be flying that aircraft, scoring those goals on the pitch, cutting a body open and performing that lifesaving surgery, designing that house, owning that huge conglomerate, supervising that construction work, addressing the nation as its leader, and a whole lot of others. Such a nice thing, huh.
It's sad that life dawns on us and we tend to forget some of these aspirations, dreams and desires, only settling for what is available that could out food on our tables. Well, the situation of life in many of our countries has made it so—that such dreams are not worth wasting time on because there's no time to waste chasing what will not be. It's a harsh "reality" I'll say.
I per say was one who didn't have much and choices on the matter of a dream job. As opposed to the several choices of some persons to be a doctor, then later an engineer, again a pilot and on and on. There's nothing really wrong though, don't get me wrong. This isn't an appraisal of myself and my decisions, but just stating the situation as it was for me.
I could say that at some point I envisioned being a doctor, as many and many and many around the world. For some very brief negligible period for me though. It didn't really sink into me. I finally got grabbed in my dream job, a professional career I so much envisioned and drooled in for some reason. I'm talking about drafting, sketching and drawing building plans, transforming those drawings into designs in 2-dimensional and 3-dimensional perspectives, presenting them in structural balance, functionality, and aesthetic appeal. You can guess I'm talking of an architect—yeah, you're right.
While growing up and watching an architect in the house I stayed do some of the magic—and he ending up designing my family house—it was such an amazing sight and experience for me that I wanted a taste of it later in life. Funny how the members of that household held me to that, and were ready to help me make that a reality.
I don't really know if to say that's my dream job at this moment because through God's grace and the help of men, I'm a graduate in that field and that career path. Well, I'm still yet to reach there. So, it's my dream job I'll say.
This is my entry for the #februaryinleo prompt, Day 18 in collaboration with Hive Naija. You can participate here.