“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.”

This quote, from Sylvia Plath’s novel, Bell Jar, is, my per-say, “Roman Empire.”

Especially as a senior in high school, there’s so much weight on you to figure out what you want to be.

And it becomes so easy to categorize and label yourself, like “I’m a STEM person,” or “I want to be an engineer.”

But truth be told, I have no idea what I want to be. Or actually, I have too many ideas on what I want to be, and I have no idea how to choose. For example,

I want to be a film score composer, where I can make music  that makes people feel the thrill of a car chase through a dystopian wasteland, and the enigma of navigating a mind-bending world of dreams within dreams.

I want to be a teacher, and share the excitement that I get from successfully integrating a function. 

I want to be an astronaut, and journey into the hauntingly beautiful bounds of space.

I want to be a surgeon, and work with the intricacies and the ins and outs of the human body. 

I want to be an architect, and shape the skyline with my designs and structures.

I want to be a nature documentarian, where I can harness my inner David Attenborough through immersive storytelling and beautiful panoramic shots.

I want to be… 

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”

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