Destiny

When I was less than 10 years old, all I wanted to be is a pilot.  When I grew past 10 years, I put that idea to rest and aim to be a robotics engineer (and this was when I was just about 13 years old).

Those plans changed as time moved on, from engineer to scientist, which is what I am, well, that is what my discipline is, right now.

What I actually do and what I have designed myself to become is not the same thing.

I honestly believe, I could be a doctor, a lawyer, an architect (I plan to do that someday), pilot, any field of engineering, a photographer (professional that is).

Problem is, there is at best 65 years of life to live, in 7 weeks, I will have the last remaining 35 years to do something with this life.

I was thinking,

maybe I'll get myself a real job, a 9-5; marry the object of my affection; have 2.5 kids; move to a little cluster home in Lonehill; with a picket fence in a gated community; own two cars (a hatch-back and a station wagon); Organise braai's to drink beer with my friends when my children achieve something (like get older, or walk, or say the word, 'papa');  Attend weddings at least 4 times a year; Scheme myself into a BEE deal; buy my second house in Plaat; drive down with the kids every December to get away from it all; 

or

maybe push harder at this business; spend more time with friends; spend more time with my object of affection; take more photographs; design more site; build grow; starve myself for a ticket to Stockholm+Ibiza+Tokyo+Rio; starve myself for a vespa; ignore my debt; in short, continue dreaming this is a life worth living, although it's worth nothing;

or, do nothing at all.