We grow up always being asked one question:
what do you want to be when you grow up?
As kids we all usually have some idea of what we want to do,
no matter how outrageous it may sound.
Usually we grow up dreaming of being astronauts or race car drivers,
but for most of us as time goes by,
those dreams stay dreams, and we get hit with the reality of needing a job that's practical and one that we can rely on.
But does having a job like that mean we have to sacrifice our happiness?
Sometimes, maybe it does. But only if we let it.
Does having only a thirty five thousand yearly paycheck instead of a million mean we're unsuccessful?
No. It just means that we might've had a choice between money and happiness and that we chose happiness.
I, for one, think that's enough.
It's enough to be living an "average" life and to be happy.
After all if you're happy, that's more than an average life isn't it?
In fact, it's a successful life, no matter the pay out.
Live to be happy and you'll be happy to live.
I know this isn't necessarily like a poem but I thought I would post it anyways.
