Sometimes, the people around us don’t seem to understand us based on our appearance or the expression on our faces, yet we hope deeply that one day they will. And sometimes, we hear words that have been proven true and not just sentimental, yet they don’t sit well with us.
What do we do then? Do we ignore the voices that guide us while we remain confused? Or do we accept the reality, even though the future feels uncertain and frightening? This made me recollect the experience i had in the past while I was choosing a career. We all know how parents can tend to influence their kids' careers or impose a career choice.
My father thought I completely disrespected the opportunity he had arranged for my education and future by organizing a family meeting with one of the academic representatives of a renowned university for my admission to study engineering.
Unfortunately, my father, who called for the meeting, was out of town pursuing his career. I was somewhat relieved about his busy schedule. He entrusted the satisfactory conclusion of the matter to me, his wife, and the university representative. In fact, it was my father’s substantial contributions to the university that compelled the man to have dinner with our family.
According to my transcript, I am very young and intelligent, and I would make a promising addition to the university's alumni. However, my views on the matter differ greatly from my father’s. Though I am undoubtedly a strong candidate for the renowned engineering program and possess mental dexterity, wouldn’t it be better if I were allowed to choose a career path that aligns with my own aspirations?
My perspective on life is completely different from my father’s. He genuinely believes he is preparing me for the future. And yes, he is, but in the wrong way. His manner of presenting ideas and opinions feels corrosive to my ambitions.
In essence, I want to be a teacher, an instructor, a nation-builder, someone who reshapes destinies, brings out the potential of young minds, and adds value to lives. But wait, what’s wrong with the noble profession? My father insists it isn’t meant for me. He calls it a “cheap profession” because, according to him, the outside world is not kind.
But just because life isn’t easy out there doesn’t mean I should shy away from making decisions I can live with. I understand that the kind of company I keep will matter when I’m standing alone, so I carefully choose my friends based on their merits. After all, today’s choices determine tomorrow’s reality.
Today, I'm happy to become a teacher, and I'm fulfilled. It is not really about the money nor the salary per se but the influence i have over my students.