America is the land of opportunity. If you work hard enough, there’s no limit to what you can achieve. Decide what you want, set your goals, work hard, and it’s only a matter of time before you’re living your very own American Dream.
So what do you want to be when you grow up?
I still have no clue. Luckily for me, I’ve decided the whole notion is a giant crock of bullspit.
First, lets stop pretending we have this beautiful level playing field of opportunity.
Secondly (and slightly less sourly), the idea of choosing one’s destiny is impractical. It implies that one knows all one’s choices, which simply isn’t true. I didn’t dream about being a bank operations manager as a child. I didn’t know the job exisited, which makes it difficult to work into my grand plan. But more than that, I never would’ve guessed it would be such a great fit. The world encourages people to choose industries that fit them, not specific positions; I easily could’ve missed my position if I’d gotten hung up on fears that banking may not be right for me.
Thirdly, life is unpredictable. Births, deaths, relocations, love affairs, divorces, bubonic plagues… shit happens. And while that list is pessimistic, I think there’s greater danger in sticking too closely to one’s plan and missing out on wonderful surprise opportunities.
Most of all, many great things exceed all planning possibilities. The tendency for small, easily ignored nuances to snowball into life-altering, world changing forces is one of my new favorite things. And, incidentally, one I plan to blog about quite a bit 🙂