The dream

The dream you wanted to pursue. Got a moment? Imagine your life 5, 10, 15, 20 or even 30 years ago. The time when you were about to set foot in the realms of reality and probably had begun your life. It seems like yesterday when you and your best friends were talking about where to go to college and what is the trendiest course this season, what would be the best suited attire you will wear after college, and what would be the path that you will choose. I remember back in my younger years when I wanted to become a teacher. For other people, it was a simple dream, a profession for any plain old Jane. But it was my passion to impart knowledge and be a part of everyone’s life.

To become a teacher is something that did not come to me clearly. I am among those people who have no definite ambition and would rather ride with the flow of life wherever it takes me. It was only later when I realized that I wanted to become a teacher. I am a late bloomer, I guess. I remember back then I was supposed to pass a certain exam but a twist of fate swerves my life, dangling it for a year. I thought back then I would just end my life. However, a verdict came. I managed to collect myself and to pull the trigger into my own path. Perhaps there is a real big difference between doing the right thing every time you are confronted by a situation and doing the thing that you really wanted most of the time even if you are against their will. Who are them? They are the ones you just cannot simply say no and you don’t know.

Most of the time, I would think to myself, what could have been if I pursue my passion. Well, if you were graduating amid a heap of social pressure and a set of family guidelines and a promising fortune ahead of you, I guess you will not think twice but to tread the path they are pointing. Surely, it is no one else’s fault but mine. I believe regrets happen at the end of everything and the ugly truth comes into view. You have been powerless.

Nevertheless, at times, you can compensate for the situation you are in.

Monday morning and as I tread along the long unruly hallway, I hear the people talking different kinds of things, the sound of the ringing bells, children running to and fro, janitors cleaning the big lengthy hallway of the marvelous building I was in. As I began to walk and face the staff lounge I checked for all my supplies pens, papers, eraser, and white board marker yes I am ready I have different rooms to attend this long morning, surely there will be lot of explanations, guidance, corrections, comments and even complaints I will be handling but these are what I enjoy most of the time.