Many Dreams,One Job
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
"An artist," I innocently answered my parents at four years of age.
"What do you want to be in the future?"
"A nurse," I boldly said at a class career showcase at six years of age.
"What's your future career goal?"
"A lawyer," I plainily answered a worned lady at 12 years of age
"...Or maybe a scientist."
"What is your inteded future career goal?
"An oncologist," I determinantly convinced myself and others on my club application.
Society pressures the young to decide their life in an instant-
To choose one career that will satisfy them.
Even though I am in my college years,
I still not have chosen one dream-one job.
Instead I want many dreams to define me and my one job.
I want to heal and nurture the hurt.
Discover the cause that ails them.
Paint their life in a new direction.
Fight for their right to a happier future.
I want to be a doctor.
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