18 wheel truck driver

What do you want to be when you grow up?

An 18 wheel truck driver

Why?

I like trucks and they have lots of wheels.

I don’t think the conversation went exactly that way.  In fact, if I had to guess, it was probably a finger painting exercise.

This was kindergarten.

I’m grown up now, sort of, and I’m not what I thought I wanted to be.

I had expressed what I love,  not yet inhibited by societal norms and expectations.  I’ve thought about this and tried to ascribe meaning to it.

I’ve come to the conclusion that the desire to be a truck driver is not what mattered, it was the curiosity.

I was curious about trucks.  They were big, they moved, they carried stuff.  I wondered what was inside, where they were going, what it was like to see all kinds of places.  There was a mystery about the truck.  I wanted to know more.

I’ve never driven a truck, but I see them every day.  They are no longer a mystery, but I’m left asking…

What still has mystery for me today?  What do I want to be when I grow up?

What do you want to be?