Remember younger years, when ask question thus, the answers at the fore. A doctor, a pilot, a fireman perhaps, a nurse, a business woman maybe.
All valid robust solid answers of course. Some with dreams contained inside, some with the exploration and intrigue all wrapped nicely, as if boundary already contained.
When considered from a distance however, do all carry an element of the sameness? For don’t they all carry the burden of a working life? A life spent inside the precisely made cube, called a ‘‘making a living”.
For some fulfilment waits, for sure. For the most however, are our ‘‘growing up” dreams in fact a prison? The best we can do to dream of working to keep the money machine going round. Life spent nay consumed doing something rather not thank you.
Too much bias applied to earning money. Completely out of balance with where we are supposed to be. Keeping the money machine running, ruining all before.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Show me the error with answer adjusted thus.
I want to be an explorer of myself. To spend the time to find out how I can best find my place.
I want to find a place where I can contribute to myself and society around having discovered that spark within, that interest area.
I want to be alive, having the time to enjoy the Sun, Wind and Rain and all that is my home.
I want to work out how to communicate well to ensure meaning is correctly received.
I want life to be an adventure, my adventure, discovered anew each day.
What, what do you want to be when you grow up?
How different, hopefully the support of a different answer for the generation to come.