“He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the human heart; yet no one can fathom what God has done from beginning to end.”
artwork by Alisha N. (moi) and Nathan B. (fellow JAARS senior)
When I finished sixth grade (May 2007), I deliberately considered which careers I would and would not do when I grew up. It makes me laugh now. And as you can see, I didn’t make much progress with the OK’d list.
I will NOT do anything that has to do with…
But I will…
Halfway through my first year of high school (January 2009), I again pondered the career question:
What is a career?
A way to make money, to survive in this world? A way to leave your name in history books or on everyone’s lips? A way to “find happiness”? A way to spend the days of your life? A way to daily impact the people around you in profound ways? A way to simply help the world, either ecologically or personably [pretty sure I made up that word]? A way to showcase the achievements (or failures) of humankind?
A career consumes the lifetime you’ve been given.
And yesterday, as I near the conclusion of high school, I came across this account of Malcolm Gladwell’s experience with careers:
“Writing was the thing I ended up doing by default, for the simple reason that it took forever to realize that writing could be a job. Jobs were things that were serious and daunting. Writing was fun.”
(from What the Dog Saw, a collection of essays from The New Yorker)