When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be
when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronauts, presidents, or in my
case, a princess. When we were ten, they asked again. We answered rockstar,
cowboy, or in my case, a golden medalist. But now that we’ve grown up, they
want a serious answer. Well, how about this: who the hell knows? This isn’t the
time to make hard and fast decisions, this is a time to make mistakes. To take the
wrong train and get stuck somewhere. To fall in love. A lot. To major in
philosophy, because there’s no way to make a career out of that. To change your
mind, and change it again, because nothing’s permanent. So, make as many
mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask us what we want to be, we
won’t have to guess… We’ll know.
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