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…
- Trying to figure out what happened and what humans, animals, or plants were alive centuries ago, because we should concentrate on the future, not the past (examples: cryptologist, paleontologist, archeologist)
- Killing or harming animals (example: butcher, game warden)
- Wasting natural resources or affiliating with companies who do (examples: ore miner, gas station filler, oil rig operator)
- Forensics, police work, or detective work
- Working as a judge or jury member, or anything having to do with court and law
- Sin (examples: casino worker, beer/alcohol store owner… assassin)
- Fast food, because it just makes people fat
But I will…
- Be beneficial to the world (examples: technology developer, architect, engineer)
- Enjoy the job I have
- Glorify God
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)
You’re looking at art.
Actually, you’re looking at the “V” in this.
This is inspired by a text message sent to me by a friend and continually re-sent to me in times of need by my glitch-y cellphone.
In the beginning, nothing:
Nothing can stand between your goals and you.
Like: Like a climber dreaming of the summit,
A: A brilliant career is no more than your due.
Distinct: distinct is the sound of a pounding heart
—But! Lack: lack of life-changing letters in your mailbox—
Of: of the fullness of promised happiness
Success: success is anticlimactic; It is
To: to be haunted by scales and clocks.
Remind: “Remind me why I’m here?” You’ve lost the way.
You: you search and stumble through a stale fog of doubt.
There’s: there’s the sun, a faint glow, but that’s cliché
More: more of your heart claimed by weeds you’ve let sprout.
Then: “Nothing like a distinct lack of success to remind you there’s more…“
To: to love and to be loved erases your sins
The story: the story ends where it begins.