As a child, I had one dream that made me happy whenever I thought about it to become an accountant. I loved everything about the profession. I imagined myself in an office, working with figures, balancing accounts, and doing something that made sense to me. I admired people who worked in banks or offices with neat shirts and calm expressions. It was something I really wanted for myself.
But as life would have it, my father had a different plan. He wanted me to become a medical doctor. To him, that was the best and most respected profession. He didn’t care about what I liked or wanted. For him, being a doctor was the only reasonable dream. And so, it became a battle between us. He pushed hard, and I resisted. It was never peaceful when this topic came up.
The truth is, I hated physics and chemistry. Those subjects gave me sleepless nights. I tried my best, but they never made sense to me. Still, because of my father’s pressure, I ended up in the science department. I wasn’t happy, but I had no choice. I did what he wanted, hoping that somehow things would change later.
Eventually, I studied Geology at the university. Not medicine. I still don’t know how I ended up with Geology, but at that time, it felt like the closest escape from what I didn’t want. I made peace with it and tried to enjoy it as much as I could. But when I finished school, reality hit. In this country, it’s not always about what you studied, but who you know. Without strong connections, getting a job related to your course can feel impossible.
I waited and hoped. I applied to many places. Some gave me hope, but nothing came out of it. It was frustrating. I started asking myself if this was how my life would be. I needed something else, something I could do with my hands, something that didn’t need long protocols or waiting lists.
That was how I entered the world of makeup. It started small. Just interest and passion. I practiced, watched videos, and kept improving. Slowly, people noticed my work. Clients started coming, and today, I’m proud to say I’m doing well as a makeup artist. I enjoy it. I love making people feel beautiful and confident. It gives me joy and a sense of purpose.
But deep down, I still love accounting. I still wish I had studied what I truly wanted. I wonder what life would have been like if I had followed that dream from the beginning. Sometimes I feel like I was robbed of that part of myself. But I also believe everything happens for a reason.
If I get the chance to practice accounting now, I will gladly take it. I haven’t given up. Dreams don’t have to die. They can rest and wait for the right time. Even though I took a different path, my dream still lives inside me.
To anyone reading this, I want to say don’t be afraid to dream. And if you couldn’t follow your childhood dream for any reason, don’t beat yourself up. Life is not always a straight road. What matters is finding something meaningful to do and doing it well. But if there’s still a chance to return to that childhood dream, go for it. It’s never too late.
This is my response to this week's episode of smp community prompt #smp-w18
