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I Know What I Want...

I know what I want,
I want to be a doctor.
I want to be a lawyer.
I want to be an accountant.
I want to be a dancer.
I want to be a singer.
I want to be a game developer.
I know what I want,
I want to get married at 25.
I want 3 children.
I want 2 boys and 1 girl.
I want 3 boys.
I want to be a grandparent at 50.
I want to celebrate my 30th wedding anniversary in Seychelles.
I know what I want,
I want no degree.
I want 1 degree.
I want 2 degrees before 27.
I want a Masters' degree before 29.
I want a PhD before 35.
I want to be a Professor before 40.
Kudos to all who know what they want.
It is a rare talent to know what you want.
It is a greater talent to get what you want.
It is the greatest reward to enjoy what you want.
It is wonderful when your wants make you happy.
But, what if I don't know what I want?
What if I don't know my talent?
What if I don't know what I like?
What if I don't know what I want to become?
What if I don't know if I want to get married?
What if I don't want children?
But, what if I know what I don't want?
I don't want an unhappy life.
I don't want an unfulfilling career.
I don't want a knowledge-less certificate.
I don't want a broken marriage.
I don't want children I can't take care of.
I don't want to be broke.
I don't want a sad home.
I don't want a fake life.
I don't want a life where I fit into a prescribed box.
I don't want a purposeless life.
I don't want a life without fun and happiness.
I don't want a life without love.
Is it okay to know what I don't want, 
Even though I don't know what I want?



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