What do you want to be when you grow up?
This is the most commonly asked question from a kid over his/her growing years. The kid tries to be as imaginative and truthful as he can and comes up with answers like, I want to be a doctor, I would be a pilot, I am going to be an engineer. But have we ever noticed that our kids don’t say that they would like to be painters or artists, poets or writers.
Do people with a rich imagination and a touch of art not earn? Yes they do, do they not have a life, yes that do. Is it a shameful job, as long as you are earning of your own hard work, how it can be.
The children imitate what they see around them as they are growing up. We hold the beliefs that we are exposed to, and we choose the professions that we are told are appropriate. If a child says he or she wants to be a musician we might laugh it him and then ask again ok but what would u actually be, giving the child the idea that what he thought was absolutely absurd. Children are like clay, scraping, caressing, and handling with the right amount of pressure shapes them best.
Like Paulo Coelho writes, we are told to be cistern and not fountains, we are told to contain and not flow, so why not flow our boundaries, why not provide the water of our knowledge to those around us. We all have a different streak of light and that light is what defines us, otherwise we would all become a series of cloned beings, following each other blindly and living within a box. It is ok to not understand logic at times, it is okay to be a little insane and it is always okay to take chances.
We really don’t want to realize what we have been missing out the moment we see our death approaching. That would be awful so why not live and let live till we still have time.
Read the book yesterday and really got a few bright sparks in my mind, do give a read to Paulo Coelho’s Veronika Decides to Die.