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How do you know if your life is going in the right direction? With my 25th birthday coming up, that is a question that has been occupying my mind for a few months now. The main problem is that I still don’t know what I wanna do when I grow up. I figured my mental maturity age is 28, so just 3 short years to figure out what I want to do.
There are a few lucky ones who know from a young age what they want to become, beside being a princess, an astronaut, Spiderman or intern(my cousins dream job). They’re driven by passion and motivated by the possible end result. Unfortunately, I am not one of those people. My career dreaming started of with being a pastry chef, untill I found out you have to get up at dawn (and how possibly fat I would become from eating my own creations). Then I decided that I wanted to own a hotel because of my love for holidays. I was ignorant about the hours and dedication that kind of work requires, like most childhood dreams which are unrealistic and romanticized. After that my dream job has always been blurry and a sore, not exceeding in one thing and liking a lot of things, but none of them enough to devote my future to it.
But like The Stones have pointed out: “You can’t always get what you want, but if you try sometime you just might find, you get what you need.” So that has been my ambition these last few years. I might not get to even acknowledge my dream job, but by trying I might find something else or something that I need.
Turning 25 is a milestone for me. It is actually the first year that I dread aging. It’s two and a half decades, a quarter century. If I put it that way, though, it sounds young, but it’s terrifying to know that my roaming chances are getting more complicated with time passing by. After the age of 30 it is difficult to get a working holiday visa for many countries. Then again, if they perceive age 30 as too old for wandering the earth, I still have a couple of years extra before my own perishable date. And by that time I will hopefully have other things to worry about. Today I will try not to worry and just enjoy my last day as a 24-year-old (young!?).
Dit-oui 