Day 9: If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?
If what my parents tell me is true, I was not a normal kid. Most people remember watching Teletubbies back in the day. Apparently, I stayed up until 11:30pm, watching David Letterman. That’s one memory I wish I had. At five or six, my dream job was to be a bus driver because they made people happy. I still want to make people happy through my job, but now I want to do that through my writing.
I’m pretty jealous that small percentage of writers who have attained the level of success that they are able to sustain themselves through their art. That’s what I want because writing just makes me happy. Given the choice, I would take a job I love that pays decently, over a high paying job that I would have any day of the week.
I firmly believe that no matter how much you want to believe otherwise, money cannot buy happiness. Sure, you could probably trick yourself into thinking you’re happy because you have a lot of money. But you spend eight hours on most days of your limited time on this Earth doing something you don’t believe in. So, is it really worth it?
That’s why I want to be a writer. Because I’m constantly chasing after what will make me the happiest person possible. Because at the end of the day, most of us would rather be having fun instead of working. Getting to do both, and getting paid for it? That’s the dream.
I hate that it’s “normal” to not like your job and I don’t know what I would do with myself if I fell into that trap myself.
TOMORROW: Your guilty pleasure/s.