I dread growing older.
As a child, I was rather carefree (as a kid should be, I suppose, but I was even more carefree).
So many times I've heard, a child's dream job never actually changes. I had always wanted to be a teacher or a painter or a painting teacher when I was younger, and I feel that because I was never forced into adult situations, my dream remained unaltered to this day. I think my parents are not okay with this, but they know not to take a baby's toy away while she's enjoying playing with it.
I know I'm blessed, though, because an unlucky girl would have this unreasonable dream snatched away from her - especially one with parents from a country that houses only students aspiring to be engineers, doctors, any diploma that will have you pinned as a genius with the rewards of shelter, food, successful children. I know my dad is worried for my future after achieving my goal. A teacher's salary isn't a high one and artists rarely are successful in selling works (other than the pity-purchases from friends). How can I afford to pay rent, put healthy food inside me, possibly support a family, and be happy with myself and what I'm doing day after day? In all honesty, I don't think I need piles of hundred dollar bills to stay happy. I could spend hours picking out a wardrobe from a thrift store and be absolutely thrilled with my purchase (just two dollars! Thrift store prices deserve a two-syllable dayyyyyyum). I could eat $0.79 Cup Ramens for weeks without pause. Even now, I crave living in a small, cozy ranch home. I don't need money; I need happiness. I would be delighted with that life as long as I had seven hours a day dedicated to 20 obnoxious monsters, all of whom I would eventually grow to adore and care for. (And even if I didn't exactly fall in love with every single one of the twenty kids, who cares? I can use the big words I learned in AP Lang to insult the hooligans without them even understanding me.)
I think my parents are waiting for me to slowly grow bored with my toy and move on to a better one, but this toy isn't all that bad, I promise. I'll make it worth it.
As a child, I was rather carefree (as a kid should be, I suppose, but I was even more carefree).
So many times I've heard, a child's dream job never actually changes. I had always wanted to be a teacher or a painter or a painting teacher when I was younger, and I feel that because I was never forced into adult situations, my dream remained unaltered to this day. I think my parents are not okay with this, but they know not to take a baby's toy away while she's enjoying playing with it.
I know I'm blessed, though, because an unlucky girl would have this unreasonable dream snatched away from her - especially one with parents from a country that houses only students aspiring to be engineers, doctors, any diploma that will have you pinned as a genius with the rewards of shelter, food, successful children. I know my dad is worried for my future after achieving my goal. A teacher's salary isn't a high one and artists rarely are successful in selling works (other than the pity-purchases from friends). How can I afford to pay rent, put healthy food inside me, possibly support a family, and be happy with myself and what I'm doing day after day? In all honesty, I don't think I need piles of hundred dollar bills to stay happy. I could spend hours picking out a wardrobe from a thrift store and be absolutely thrilled with my purchase (just two dollars! Thrift store prices deserve a two-syllable dayyyyyyum). I could eat $0.79 Cup Ramens for weeks without pause. Even now, I crave living in a small, cozy ranch home. I don't need money; I need happiness. I would be delighted with that life as long as I had seven hours a day dedicated to 20 obnoxious monsters, all of whom I would eventually grow to adore and care for. (And even if I didn't exactly fall in love with every single one of the twenty kids, who cares? I can use the big words I learned in AP Lang to insult the hooligans without them even understanding me.)
I think my parents are waiting for me to slowly grow bored with my toy and move on to a better one, but this toy isn't all that bad, I promise. I'll make it worth it.
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