Ambition.

As children the question “What do you want to be when you’re older?” is asked of you hundreds of times. Teachers, parents, friends and anyone who crosses your path will ask. At five my answers was “A princess!” at ten it was “A popstar!”. In the teen years reality sets in and you realise “Crap! I need to actually do something one day!” and so serious thought is put into the once harmless question. You find that you’re asking yourself what your dreams are. You want to know what you wish to achieve from your life. At fourteen, I decided I wanted to be a photographer, but as usual the reality was far from the dream and I was back to questioning myself.

Now, at eighteen, I still don’t know what I want to be when I’m older and I don’t know what my dreams are. Not everyone has to have a successful dream. Not everyone even has to have an unsuccessful dream, like me. There’s nothing wrong with being dreamless, ambitionless and probably miserable in later life. Hundreds of people with their precious dreams and wants end up in dead end jobs that they hate. Why can’t I just blindly stumble through life and end up the same as them without being frowned upon.