the good life
Does anyone my age really know what he or she wants to do with his/her life? I mean, we all may have ideas of where we want to be in 15 years, but who really knows if we'll have the same aspirations 10 minutes from now, let alone years from now. I don't know if I want children, marriage, a stable home, or if I want to be traveling the world, hooking up with exotic people and flying to the corners of the earth.
Maybe I want all of those... and more.
I have recently flirted with the idea of becoming a pilot. I mean, the money wouldn't be bad. I would LOVE to fly a plane. Or at least I think I would. I might go up to the airport and take a ride around with an instructor to see about starting flying lessons. The sad thing is, they are $100 an hour. And to get certified as a pilot, you must have 40 hours. That's $4,000 of money I don't have at the present moment. And my authentic college education is costing is a pretty penny... enough that I can't just ask Mom and Dad to fork out 4K more for an impromptu dream.
Honestly, if I want to fly, I will make it happen. Something in me always sticks with my dreams. And if it's meant to be, it will happen. If not, then I will let it go as another phase in my life of trying to figure myself out.
I wonder about friends who are going into specific careers and how set they are on what they want. Are they doing it for the money? For the prestige of a career in that field? Or just because they genuinely love that profession and want to continue it indefinitely? Maybe it's just safe. It's something to be told to have stability and security. But, for me, I'd rather fly by the seat of my pants and let each day take me to new dreams and new possibilities.
Maybe I want all of those... and more.
I have recently flirted with the idea of becoming a pilot. I mean, the money wouldn't be bad. I would LOVE to fly a plane. Or at least I think I would. I might go up to the airport and take a ride around with an instructor to see about starting flying lessons. The sad thing is, they are $100 an hour. And to get certified as a pilot, you must have 40 hours. That's $4,000 of money I don't have at the present moment. And my authentic college education is costing is a pretty penny... enough that I can't just ask Mom and Dad to fork out 4K more for an impromptu dream.
Honestly, if I want to fly, I will make it happen. Something in me always sticks with my dreams. And if it's meant to be, it will happen. If not, then I will let it go as another phase in my life of trying to figure myself out.
I wonder about friends who are going into specific careers and how set they are on what they want. Are they doing it for the money? For the prestige of a career in that field? Or just because they genuinely love that profession and want to continue it indefinitely? Maybe it's just safe. It's something to be told to have stability and security. But, for me, I'd rather fly by the seat of my pants and let each day take me to new dreams and new possibilities.