Wednesday, July 15, 2009

What do you want to be when you grow up?

My desires, when it came to ideal professions, growing up were always fantastical. I assume that when I was young I had mostly typical, grandiose, and romantic ideas that I wouldn't really call "dreams" because I was too young to be aware of that concept. Every young heart is naive and fortunate enough that bloated and cute ambitions are incredibly pure because the gauntlet of reality hasn't set it's jaws in yet. I think in middle school I wanted to be a basketball player (I was too naive to realize the reality of my physical design made that ideal quixotic at best, downright ridiculous at worse. I was short and slow), I also had these ideas to be an architect, which was strange. My abilities in math were average, my ability to conceptualize and be creative weren't overwhelming. Ironically, considering my life now, that is still something I have a hard time with. I resented guidance councilors systematic exercises that were designed to set you on a path which followed your unique personality characteristics and drive all by asking generic, vague questions. By the time I was in college I was presented with a myriad of career paths, ALL of which sparked no desire in me. It's not that I didn't like college, nor was it a case of me being especially lazy, it just came down to the fact that I felt no urge strong enough that led me to pursue anything with passion. Thank God I took part in music, other wise, any profession I would've pursued would've have resulted in me "settling", and maybe I wouldn't have been aware of it at the time. Looking back now, I still have a hard time recognizing anything that really interests me, although there is one thing...how great would it be to be a writer! I spout my own opinions as if they are worth listening to all the time, so isn't writing that same desire manifested in a more dignified approach, which because of the great history of amazing writers, even pop culture writers can exist in this echelon of elevated intellectuals. Although, I shouldn't be blinded by history, there are so many amazing books in antiquity that were satires of their times and immediate surroundings that ended up being timeless. Of course, I am very reluctant to seriously approach the idea because I am cut off at the knees by Dostoevsky, Kundera, and Rand. Is it fear or respect that prohibits me? Or maybe they are excuses all around. Of course, the same question can be asked in relation to music and it's awe inspiring history. There is nothing new under the sun, only new generations. Perhaps the originality doesn't exist in the piece of art itself, but the one who experiences the art.

Being in a band is a silly but infectious, albeit cliche, dream. I was constantly assaulted with what "could be", and thanks to the bands I did find identity, they proved that there were levels, or multiple definitions of success. There wasn't just U2, there was also Mineral and Sunny Day Real Estate. I wasn't bent on music my whole life, but once I found the community, it supported me in so many ways, it was logical that it could possibly support me in even more ways. I still wouldn't say that it is a rational decision then, and especially now, for one to take action on, but each circumstance is different. I don't regret my decision at all, because it wasn't a decision, it was the only thing that made sense to me. Passion and dreams are talked about so romantically, you rarely hear about the enslaving characteristics they can have. Being entrenched in ones dream is as bad as ignoring it. Ambition is a dangerous thing. I'm 28 and I am beginning to recognize aspects of my personality that have been there since I was young. I was never ambitious. I never had grand schemes, nor did I participate in the identifying of goals. I never said, "in 20 years, I hope to be here". I'm somewhere the idiocy of "there is only the present" and the boring "always be prepared".

When I was growing up I didn't want to be anything. That mentality still haunts me.

3 Comments:

Blogger Melanie said...

You know, this seems true to me a lot lately. True or not, I can certainly relate to it:
"Passion and dreams are talked about so romantically, you rarely hear about the enslaving characteristics they can have. Being entrenched in ones dream is as bad as ignoring it."
I'm still trying to find my "niche" and still feel like I'm perpetually on the outside of everything I try.

When I was young, I wanted to be a veterinarian first, a nurse second.
I took h.s. chemistry, and realized I didn't exactly have an aptitude for it. Then I looked at the massive chemistry requirements for veterinary medicine and decided it wasn't for me. I did try to get into a 2 year program, and ended up blowing the interview, so I guess it wasn't mean to be either. IT's funny how things end up sometimes.

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I think I want to grow up... sometimes.

BTW, you'd be an awesome writer.

2:48 AM

 
Blogger Melanie said...

Just a couple of clarifications, the 2 year program entry I blew (on the interview) was to be an RN.

And I don't think you "would be" an awesome writer. I think you are an awesome writer.

4:12 PM

 
Blogger Fitrah said...

nice blog zach!!, i didn't know that youre blogging.haha, this is fitra, person you met again and again in bandung.. thanks for showing to us how to

actually
http://www.himynameisfitrah.com <-- this is my personal blog. but most of it in language "bahasa" (Indonesian_,haha)


seriouly, its nice to know you as band and as personal

cheers for now

-fitrah

8:04 PM

 

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