They ask me ' what is your ambition' during my primary school.
I like to be like someone who are being nice to me. I thought becoming a teacher is a very inspiring job. Indeed. You are capable of transforming a know nothing person into a leader. That's what they told us. I still like the job. The way they looked pretty, handsome and charismatic, their handwriting on whiteboard and their affection. But I can't be a teacher..I don't have passion and patience.
In my secondary school they always ask me ' who do you wanna be '
From a teacher i jumped into an architect, or else an engineer. Ages of imagination, creativity and experimentation. I like to draw, as much i like pencil and a ruler..haha. I used to see it as a very promising job. You can make a big money, buy big car and big house or at least big spouse. As i left that age years ago, money is a good deal for me but not a big deal. As long as i and people attached to me can live with peace in mind and heart, money can comes later.
Then later they ask me ' who are you '
And i thought it's good enough if people are benefit from you. Especially my family who i loved the most. And, tadaa..I'm currently trying to get along with goniometer, stethoscope and tendon hammer. I meet a lot of people currently. Sick people. But oh, i'm not a doctor..I'm a physiotherapist going to be soon. InsyaALLAH. Even not forever. Appreciate every single thing that you have now, that's the most valuable lessons. Even a the breath. Say alhamdulillah.
And if people still ask me 'what do you wanna do'
I'll say there is no such a right thing at a right time for you to do. Because you will never be prepared. Time never be enough for you to be well prepared. Just follow the flow. And i believe i can give the best in whatever i destined to be as long as i have the thrust and passion. And it's not stupid to think like that, it's indeed a good sight.
And don't really take my word seriously because every person think and perceive everything differently. Peace =). Subhanallah.
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