Nomad
I want to be a doctor.
Freshman year, high school.
Presentations.
Give a speech.
"What will you do with your life?"
I want to be a doctor!
Eight years of college.
Money.
High standard of living.
. . . Save lives.
Then it was his turn.
"Nomad."
Wander the world.
Be happy; find yourself.
The class is stunned.
The teacher is pissed.
The student is silent, then -
"Your job doesn't change you. It should help you find who you are."
Maybe I'll be a doctor and a nomad.
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