Where is the dream?
"What do you want to be when you grow up?"
This question has been asked to us so many times when we were young. As for me, I always had different answers. When I was in 3rd grade, I wanted to be a nurse. The next year, I wanted to be a geographer and a teacher. When I was in 5th grade, I wanted to be nun or a teacher. From the sixth grade until my 4th year in high school, I decided I could be a teacher and a psychologist. But what I chose for my college wasn't education nor psychology. I chose architecture since my family and I got into house-hunting to find us a house. It was so easy for me to choose architecture and just take that one entrance exam because of my boyfriend who also chose architecture. We were finally going to be together everyday for college. I didn't mind choosing architecture, I learned to love it. Now, you could be asking, "Why the heck did you not choose education? When it is damn clear you want that." It's simple really. I did not want to become a teacher. I just wanted to teach. So I figured out, maybe I could teach architecture. But that idea of mine for the future did not settle in. Since the love of my life broke my heart, I realized what my dream was. I could be anything in the world, as long as I was with him. So if someone were to ask me back then what my dream was, I would have said, "I just want to be happy." and if it meant being an architect or an engineer or a doctor or any other profession as long as he was around, I was happy. But it looks like, that dream is incapable of becoming real like most dreams are. I'm not being pessimistic or exaggerating, but this doesn't mean I've become hopeless. I'm still fighting for that dream as much as I can even though I know I'm losing. This is all I could do- to keep on trying to reach my dream. Right now, even if I've lost the drive to become an architect, I'm still trying to become one.
