When I was younger, people always asked me, "What do you want to be when you grow up?"
To which, I had a series of replies, which of course grew more and more aspiring (and more realistic, of course) as I grew up.
When I was 7, I wanted to be a doctor. Coz my mother said, "Study hard, get into a university, and become a doctor. It's very difficult to become a doctor; only smart people get to become doctors. However, doctors earn a lot of money."
I wanted to be a doctor because I wanted to get rich.
At 8, I wanted to be a bride. With the beautiful, flowing gown and sweet-smelling flowers.
At 9, I wanted to be a singer. You know, like Britney Spears or Spice Girls.
At 10, I wanted to be a business woman, earning big bucks.
At 13, I wanted to be a scientist. The one who replaces Newton's photograph in historical science books.
At 14, I wanted to be a preacher. Love God, work for Him.
At 15, I wanted to be a lawyer. I loved arguing.
By 17, I wanted to be a university student. The one who's only real job is to study, socialize, and have fun. I guess I finally realized that having a real occupation isn't that pleasurable after all.
Of all the occupations I'd once contemplated about, never once did I tell myself, "I want to be an engineer."
I thought engineers were boring people who dealt with... uh... stuff. Boring stuff. Though technically, I didn't know what stuff they usually dealt with.
Here I am, in university, studying Mechanical Engineering, the thing I least had interest in during my childhood days.
So, right now, at 19, what would I want to be when I grow up (or rather, 3 years from now)?
Honestly, I don't know.
An engineer, maybe?