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It's For Yourself and No One Else


A dream job can come to some

So quick and fierce  that

It’s just meant to happen.

It becomes an immediate,

Instant way of life.

It’s like learning to walk,

It’s just meant to happen.

 

Then there’s that handful

Where it can take a little extra

Time, hesitation, or reconsideration

To get it right.

It’s like making friends,

It can take a little extra work

To get it right.

 

Then there are the rest of us

And myself included.

We hop from place to place

Getting closer and closer to that

Final decision resulting

In an ending celebration.

It’s like playing the board game

Of Life; it takes a lot of moving forward

To earn that winner’s gloat.

 

Step one is complete, done, and over with

But in no means are we done yet.

Now there is a strive for

Bracings, nails, and hammers

To keep that dream from crumbling

Step two can change your mind

Or push you forward like a rocket.

Will you get that support you crave

From the people you need it most?

Will that urge to join in your journey

Become a reality or a lost thought?

 

For me it immediately became an easy victory,

An immediate weight lifted off my shoulders.

My dad, honest and practical

Smiled and glowed with pride

And satisfaction written all over his face. 

My mom, sincere, honest, and realistic

Had that sound in her voice that

Every daughter knew was a way of

Saying, “I knew I raised her right.”

 

I explained the purpose of CADD

To my love ones with pure confidence.

The limitless possibilities CADD would

Bring to the world, opening new

Doors to new technology, progress

And competition Human beings constantly crave.

 

I love making new things through computers

Because everything was custom made by ME.

It can be as simple as a mechanical pencil

Or something incredibly complex

Like a custom made sports car.

The projects I’ll create are one of a kind

And that is exactly how I like it.

 

The fact of the matter is,

A dream job is chosen by individuals

According to one’s own personality,

Likes and dislikes and not what

Others expect of you but what

You expect from your own self.

It’s what defines ourselves for who we are

And not what society expects us to be.

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