When I grow..

Up…I wanna be a police man, fire man, post man.

Que sera sera? I remember when I was a kid, I’d dream of being a something when I grow up. Can’t really remember what it was ..but mostly, I wished I was super rich. But still had a job.

Now..that I’m an adult, I live on day-to-day. Sure, financially, I always try to maintain a good plan and so far so good. I don’t blame myself for living day-to-day..after all, life is short…might as well enjoy it.

But, today I was thinking about who I wanted to be when I grow old. Y’see, like Unca Lim…he lived till a really ripe age and lived well too. I keep thinking about how I want to die…instead of who I want to be. It’s obvious that everyone wants a peaceful death, one without suffering or pain…and I assume everyone prays for this.

But, I’m guessing nobody really thinks about who they want to be when they grow old. Everybody thinks they’ll cross the bridge when they get there. Why not?

But…as I think about it.. more and more. I want to be a someone. Yea…I want to take a new job. Now…I just have to figure out ..what job suits me best. I’ve eliminated medicine…I faint at the sight of blood. I’ve eliminated horticulture…I faint at the sight of worms.  I’ve eliminated childcare…I make children faint.

So….. I wonder… who should I be?

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