My goals are nothing special. I want a simple life in a simple dwelling with a cute dog and maybe a cute boy who will cook with me. It took going to art school 800 miles away from home to figure this out. I just want total simplicity and invisibility. I just want a mediocre job. I want to be able to go to the doctor when I am sick. If I ever have kids (and I probably won’t), I don’t want to build the foundations of their diet on 7-11 hotdogs and McDonalds fries.
I think my goals are shaped by the way my parents live. I’ve grown up watching them migrate from job to job, but always self-employed. They didn’t have the same education opportunities, so they try to cling onto whatever they can that makes money and pays the bills. This also means when times are tough and you are sick, there are no options except to tough it out unless you are peeing blood or your foot is twice its everyday size. When I broke my foot in 5th grade, my dad told me to walk it off. I don’t want to just walk it off anymore. I’d like to know that things will be okay.
I don’t consider my goals to be out of reach. A lot of people have achieved them (even though many aren’t satisfied). I don’t think I am aiming too high or anything like that, I don’t want to be known or recognized. My goals don’t require any great ambition or talent.
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