“What do you want to be when you grow up?” asked my teacher. I was 12 years old – at the threshold of becoming a teenager. With constant flow of snorts (the pace was even faster when nervous), I replied, “A lecturer.” Then, to me it was just a random pick. It sounded fancy. Thus began my dreams.
And it just kept growing.
I started developing a fetish for arts. I loved to interpret myself through colors. Vague, but it meant everything to my grey world then. Somehow I felt I could take control of my life by adding colors in it. “I want to be an artist,” I decided.
I graduated high school with good marks, but it was not good enough to score a seat at the prestigious college of Bhutan- Kanglung. I carried on and graduated with an English honors.
It is a final decision, I told myself. I am going be an English teacher. Perhaps, I wanted it because I admired one of my professors in college. I wanted to feel the same appreciation I had for her by being one.
In between, the half baked artist in me and ofcourse the home designing shows on the television created a strong urge in me to start behaving like an interior decorator. I started moving things in my house over hundred times. The only hitch was, my mom couldn’t actually cope up with my skills.
After much plea not to place things where she cannot find, I adhered. I hid my passion to decorate my house.
In between, I applied for a job in Bhutan Times. I got selected. I am going to be a fine journalist, I dreamt. I am still a journalist but I found my love for the conservation of the environment. I have already told myself that if I get any opportunity to study, I shall opt for environmental science. I could have had the final decision on what I wanted to be, if I did not find law as a profession quite interesting. I merged the two and now I dream of becoming an environmental lawyer.
The dream of becoming an interior designer and an environmental lawyer breathes in me. Hopefully I would be able to find my way. I may come across as a very fickle-minded. But I take it as the most precious gift life has given me- the power to dream. And I dream as if I would live forever.