Others wish to look into people's eyes, not so much romantically inclined, but rather to fix it. And other people find a morose pleasure in butchering and hacking people, while dressed in blue, only to make people better. Ironic isn't?
Someone recently asked me what I want to do when I grow up, or what my dream job would be. Seeing as I am South African, I should have answered a politician, better yet, a minister in the ANC. Because only in South Africa could you be corrupt as rotten beef, crawling with maggots and steal the citizen's hard earned money and get away with it. Only in South Africa could you think that because you have a friend in a political party, you could become a high rolling politician. And float by on the 'more important than thou'
cloud stinkbomb. As a friend of mine so aptly put it the other day when we interviewed an important figure who refused to stand in the sun for three minutes: "Mandela sat in jail for 27 years, and this oke doesn't want to stand in the sun for three minutes? What shit is this?"
As Bruce Almighty might have said: That's the way the cookie crumbles.
Passion drives people to follow the dreams they had as little children. Innocent minds would imagine the possibilities of saving someone's life, of being the hero of the day. Others thrived on being in their own little world, seeing the little details in life, later perhaps capturing these little things through a lense.
I dreamt of being a nurse once. I dreamt of being an optometrist, closely followed by a vet. Later on, I would realise that I find my peace in writing. And this hobby developed to passion. I am living my dream job, perhaps not in the current style I'm writing to be paid, but at least I am writing.
PS: I did a guest post over at Ashlyn's blog My Unrehearsed Life. Go check it out. Go, scoot.