Goals

June 11, 2009

I remember the days when i wanted to be so many things when i grow up. I was ambitious. A dreamer. Couldn’t wait to be an adult and pursue my dreams.

I think i was around 5 years old when I told my parents that I wanted to be a priest. My family and friends now laugh at the fact that i seriously wanted to be a faithful servant to the Lord, spreading the good news. Not that being a priest is bad or anything,but the things I’ve done? You would laugh too.

After 2 years my sister got a toy scientific microscope kit and it immediately caught my attention. Ooohs and aaahs came out of my mouth while she played with the set. Right then and there, I forgot all about my holy duties and instantly wanted to become a scientist. I always waited for her to get bored in order for me to have a go at it. Eventually, she did. Oh sweet joy! I finally laid hands on the kit. It was heaven. I looked for every looking creepy crawlie i could find to examine under the scope. I got menacing looks and ghoulish screams from my sister. It grossed her out. I didn’t care. I was happy.

That was until i reached grade 4. I  began to notice i was exceptionally ahead of my classmates whenever it came to creative writing and spelling bee’s. I had a wild imagination. I wrote whatever i had in mind and the teacher loved it. To hell with being a scientist. I was going to be a Journalist.

Then came the adolescent stage. I was burst into the musical genre of Rock and Roll. I loved it. I became passionate about my music. Deftones, Cannibal Corpse, System Of A Down, Mudvayne and other bands became my world. I forgot all about my passion for writing and wanted to become a rockstar. It even got to the point that I began to hate mainstream music. “Westlife? Pffft.” I was in the underground scene.

When I reached my senior year of high school I was suddenly pressured into choosing a course to pursue in college. This was it. Was I to take up Ecclesiastical Studies? Mass Communications? Enter the Conservatory of Music? No, no and ultimately, no.Surprisingly, I pursued Engineering.

Even I myself was surprised. My parents advised me to take it up and I did. Not even in the far reaches of my brain had it ever come to me that Noogs was going to be an engineer. But hey, I’m already here, In my fourth year of college nearing graduation. It may not be my dream job in the future, my raison d’etre nor am I 100% happy with this course, but I started it. I will see to it that I will graduate and finish what I started. I realize my parents just want the best for me and I understand them. My education is the best present my parents could ever give me. Nobody can ever take it away. This is mine and mine alone. This is my goal, this is my destiny.

Here I am, a young man, still ambitious, still a dreamer. Photography has taken my interest as well as being a lawyer, but those can wait. I just have to take it one step at a time.