when i was small i wanted to be a truck driver and i did that than i wanted the second dream and i am reaching high for this one to play in concerts for a living
I never had any major aspirations as a kid. I always thought I would be an engineer, simply because several of my older relatives were engineers and I was good at maths and physics. That's what I'm studying at university, but my dream job would be completely different. I would absolutely love to be a full time philosopher. To be the author of influential books on philosophy, ethics and life, to lecture at conferences around the world, teach at universities, challenge the world's views on just about everything and make everyone slow down, open their minds and just think a little bit more.
When I was young I wanted to be an inventor. I had ideas upon ideas because my imagination was so very vast. Suffice it to say, this reality killed any chance of that dream coming true. Now, after everything, what I really want to be is...Death. Yes, I said death. The grim reaper, or at least one of them if there are more than one. Why? Because I think watching people die until the very end of time itself would be way more interesting than working myself to death (lol, get it?) with nothing universally important in any way to show for it. I want to be able to see all of the ways people can/will die and I'm guessing that since death doesn't just come to people, I'd get to reap extraterrestrial things, paranormal things, supernatural things (isn't that the same thing?), and so on and so forth. Face it, everything dies, I'd be exempt from the laws of mortality, and get to see some things along the way that most people would literally kill to see, so why not? It wouldn't be the most glamorous job in the in the scheme of things, but I'd still do it, and I'm dying to acquire the position.
Don't worry about me, I'm a happy person believe it or not. I just feel too limited as a human being to truly express myself. As Cavil (don't know who he is) once said: "I don't want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can't even express these things properly because I have to - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws! And feel the wind of a supernova flowing over me! I'm a machine! And I can know much more! I can experience so much more. But I'm trapped in this absurd body!"
You can't say that for certain, especially with all of the possibilities and the fact that "we only see the a speck of dust, when in reality, there's an entire mountain." Who knows? We may be able to fly sometime down the road of existence, or maybe we can but don't know it yet, or infinity-and-one other possibilities. The thing is, we can't just accept everything for what they seem to be, because there's so much potential that it's silly to think that what we see is all there is to it. Hell, we've never even been to some of our farthest neighbors here in our own little galaxy, so you can't be so definite about things, you know?
I wanted to be the first man on Mars. As you can see in the avatar, my need to wear corrective lenses put a hamper on that. And the first shuttle accident, which pretty much shut down the manned space program for many years. Interestingly enough, what I put down in my senior yearbook as my dream job is strangely more akin to what I focus on doing... I wrote "Media Mogul"... and run a website on all things entertainment, with connections and friends in every aspect of the entertainment industry. Think of me as a poor and friendly version of Rupert Murdoch, but with artistic talents.
Interestingly... my daughter, while we were watching Discovery channel, announced at 4 years old that she was going to be an astronaut. And that she was going to Mars.
I had NEVER said anything to her. But it's interesting that the Red Planet has been calling to my family for at least two generations now.
I am motivating her. She announced the following year that she wanted to be a doctor-- to which I replied: "That's great! EVERY space flight has a doctor on board-- you've just increased your chances 100%!"
I also told her that I would do everything possible to make her dream happen... but I had one stipulation. She had to take me with her. She agreed-- but I don't think she realizes that by the time she goes-- she will be taking my ashes with her, to spread on Mars. This way, we both get our dreams to come true. She gets to be the first person on Mars, and I get to be the first person buried on Mars.
I wanted to be a cartoonist. Today, my dream is to be an actor.
I always wanted to be a zookeeper at the zoo! :D But now I'm on my way to being a educator and I'm really excited about it (:
Your right, you never know! (:
When I was young I had a lot of dream jobs. I wanted to be a vet, A nurse, A police woman, A cowgirl ( I thought it was a real job at 6 years old) A ninja ( again, I thought it was a real job ) A artist and animator. Now I don't really know what I want to do but I know I want to be a writer of some sort. But I could change my mind again because I'm still only young. lol
Before cashier but now human resource director