Plans from the past:
When I was seven I would have told you:
“When I grow up I want to be a world famous author of awesome books like The Lord of the Rings. And a chef. And a poet. And have lots of money to buy stuff for me and my friends!”
When I was thirteen I would have told you:
“When I get out of school (Georgetown then the Kennedy School of Government) I want to work for the State Department. That’s only really a cover though. I’ll actually work as an intelligence analyst for the CIA. And no, its not like in the movies—I don’t want to be James Bond… it’s a desk job. I just think I would be cool to work with James Bond.”
When I was seventeen:
“I want to teach History. It’s the only thing I’ve ever thought of that would make me really happy. When Richard Rich asked Thomas Moore ‘Who will know?’ in A Man for All Seasons he replied ‘You will know, and your students will know and God will know.’ That would be enough me.”
When I was twenty:
“I want to teach college. I already dress the part and delaying real life for another eight years with a doctorate will be great. I know what you’re thinking too: ‘Greg, what happened to that simple dream of following the footsteps of the men who taught you?’ I woke up one day and realized that I hated children. Particularly other people’s poorly behaved children…”
“…I have no idea.”
I hate not having the answer. A lot.
Listening to: “Chunk of Change” (EP) – Passion Pit. Post title is from “The Locust” (EP) – The Locust.