When I was five I wanted to be a teacher. I would get to wear pretty sweaters and do whatever I wanted because I was in charge.
When I was ten I wanted to be a world-famous musician. I would get to wear a leather jacket and do whatever I wanted because I was cooler than everybody else.
When I was fifteen I wanted to be Prime Minister of Canada. I would get to wear expensive suits and change the world. Which was way better than doing whatever I wanted.
When I was twenty I wanted to be a lawyer. I would get to wear designer shoes and make a difference in the lives of people I knew were suffering.
When I was twenty-five I wanted to be twenty again. I would get to wear jeans and do whatever I wanted because I wouldn’t have any adult responsibilities.
Now that I’m twenty-eight I have no clue what I want to be. I get to wear jeans and pretty sweaters and I get to do whatever I want. What I want, much to my surprise, is now also tied in with what other people want. It isn’t the life I expected but I’m starting to be okay with that.