Ever have a dream? That you could be anything you wanted to be, that’s exactly what both yours and my parents told us. So one day, when I was maybe thirteen or fourteen years old, I told my parents that I wanted to be a firefighter. Now this wasn’t that bullshit little dream of some little boy who wanted to go around being a hero; I actually did really want to help people and I thought there was no better way than to be a firefighter. Police officers sometimes have to hurt others and EMTs have too much pressure on their shoulders that I just could not handle. Anyways, I digress.
So I tell my parents my dream, the one thing that I could respect myself for and be happy with for the rest of my life. My mother, being like any other mom would be, said she didn’t want me to go through with it because she was worried. Fair enough. My father, on the other hand, told me that if I were to become a firefighter I would be ejected from the house at eighteen. Some support.
There goes my dream, right out the blown-through window of another burning building. The one where I wanted to help people. Yeah, I wouldn’t have an amazing pay but I would have a very exciting and dangerous life and become family with those I daily risked my life. Now I’d have to find some menial career just to keep my parents from bitching at me.
Then I came up with the idea of being either an English teacher or Spanish teacher. The two classes where I have a consistency of doing well; one, the other, or both would become my job for the rest of my life. Think I’m giving up too easily on my dream and settling for less? I sure as schnitzel do.
Now I have a better idea, a more creative and interesting line of work: writing. I would love to write my ass off for the remainder of my natural life. I think I have a sort of knack for it (the creative writing teacher at my school thinks I do since I got into his class, so that must mean something). From this day on, I will write something daily just to remind myself to actually pursue and achieve this dream, even if it kills me.