“What do you want to do as an adult?”
As a child I replied that I wanted to be a gas station attendant.
To be honest, at the age of 4, I also scandalised two old women by replying that I wanted to be a murderer and a drug addict, making my mother ashamed and laughing my father out loud.
Then they stopped asking me, and I myself never understood what I wanted to do when I grew up, and maybe I don’t know even now.
When I ask my daughter, 3 and a half years old, she says she wants to be a dancer-photographer-painter, and I like it because it shows that she has dreams and that she wants to explore. And I don’t want to take those dreams away, she will decide later on what to do with her life.
But if it were she who asked me, now, I would reply that I would simply like to “live!” And I would like her to start thinking the same way too.
What if she asks me “what does it mean to live, daddy?” I would answer her…
I would answer that life is one, and one only, and living should never be taken for granted.
I would answer that life should be a path of continuous growth, a climb to high levels of inner spirituality and great knowledge of the universe that is within us.
I would answer that life is made to experience and discover what we like, what makes us feel good.
I would reply that the pursuit of our happiness and fulfilment should be the sole purpose.
I would reply that wasting our life doing things we don’t like should not be an option.
I would reply that living should be neither an absurd nor a foregone answer …
Because we should choose to live and not to survive.