I want to be happy.
Although it’s just one sentence, I know how powerful it is. At the same time, I also recognise how difficult being happy truly is. My definition of happiness can and will change in the upcoming years. But whatever it is, I hope for it.
Whatever I’m doing, I want to love it, regardless of how much money is earned. An IT technician has always been a dream-job of mine; my parents disapprove. A math-teacher is another; my parents disapprove. In fact, the only ream-careers they haven’t disapproved is a psychiatrist.
The decision was made for me: I want to be a psychiatrist.
It’s difficult, though. Getting an undergraduate, getting through medical school and, even after it’s all done, having to go through training. But I can’t imagine loving a job more. I’m willing to sacrifice as much time needed for this profession.
Health-wise, I’m always going to give myself first priority. Regular 3-month checkups, bills paid the minute they’re given and regular medical check-ups. What does money, fame and accomplishment mean when you’re dying? I don’t like living on an edge; I like living on the safe-side, knowing I’ve done the best I can, and most of all, I don’t want to regret anything.
If my future-self isn’t happy, I would still accept “not having any regrets” as a form of happiness and a different sort of satisfaction.
I want to stick to my morals, my beliefs, my clear judgement of what’s right. I want to hold onto all those traits and improve on them. I want to be myself, but an improved version.
I’m not afraid of change.
- Five things you look for in friends.
- Something you feel strongly about.
- Your favourite television program.
- Your favourite season and why.
- What you hope your future would be like.