Dear, Younger Self

I remember my younger self as the one who was forever curious. I always bothered people with those clever, annoying questions, in such a way that I was always told to shut up.

I also remember that I was so full of imagination; creativity; and dreams.

That last part is the most important, I had dreams and plans for my life. I knew exactly what I wanted to do when I get old enough.

1. I wanted to be a police officer.
2. I wanted to marry a white girl
3. I wanted to travel the world
4. I wanted to own a business
5. I wanted to be rich and famous

I then became a teenager, I can say that I was kind of a late-blossomer because, I only became rebellious at 17- which was also the year I was doing my matric, the most crucial part of school.

Okay by then, my dreams and plans had changed. Here is how it looked:

1. I wanted to be a police officer.
2. I wanted to marry a white girl
3. I wanted to travel the world (but I'm afraid)
4. I wanted to own a business
5. I wanted to be rich and famous

I now wanted to be an engineer, like my aunt. I also no longer wanted to ever get married in my life. I still wanted to be rich and famous though, and I also thought it would be nice to become a writer or to make a movie.

Life happened, I became older, and I no longer wanted to be an engineer. I found someone I love and wanted to get married again. Later I wanted to be an engineer in a different field.

Many times I'd found myself thinking, "What the f am I doing with my life?" because really it had at some point looked direction less.

Luckily I did get to travel around South Africa a little. And I am not a qualified engineer (although I had to change courses a few many times).

And lastly, I am not a superhero but I am a change driver. I do what I can to help people and drive change in my community. I still wish I could be a writer or a film maker. But my blog will have to do for now.

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