Choices

The future...a bright happy place, where we finally get our white-picket fence endings, right?
The future seemed that way to me, until I realised, that every single aspect of my future is determined by me. And for many people in high-school, the word 'future' stirs up a pretty daunting feeling. What do I want to be when I grow up?

If you asked me when I was still in pre-school, my answers weren't very viable, and they changed weekly. I wasn't ever part of the cliché though. My friends were going to be pop-stars, and I was going to be an astronaut. They'd be doctors, and I'd be a fairy (this was an option of mine). I also went through the stage of wanting to be a Powerpuff girl, making all sorts of potions and concoctions in my mothers kitchen.

When I got to junior-primary school, answers became a little more feasible, moving from being a fairy to being the president of America (despite the fact that I am a South African citizen and have never even left the continent)

Senior-primary was when we'd sit down with our parents and discuss our goals, which hardly ever clashed with our talents. I have the kind of voice that shatters windows, yet I'd want to become the next Celine Dion. I wasn't able to make toast without burning it-yet I was going to be a chef.

Now, parents aren't so joking and accepting. We have to start seriously making decisions that will impact our future. This year in particular will impact our career because we make subject choices.

Now, I'm in high-school. What do I want to be when I grow up? Probably a psychiatrist or a psychologist, and I'm not too sure which, but I'll keep all the necessary doors open.