What you want to be when you grow up?

A question we all faced during our childhood and later on. With shame, hurry, guilt or shyness, almost every time we gave a different answer. „I don’t know” was forbidden, we wanted to make the adults proud. We said we wanted to be: policemen, astronauts, presidents or doctors to satisfy and reassure our parents that we are going to be “successful” even if we are 5 and still have no clue how to tie our shoes. Sometimes we would make them laugh by being honest about our future plans: I want to be a princess, a guest, a truck driver or in my case, a sniper. As we become “grown-ups” we still have no clue how to answer this infernal inquiry.

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Writer with the soul of a poet. I'm trying not to take myself too serious. Deeply grateful that I can share my thoughts & emotions with you.

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