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When I grow up... Wait, Can I Do It?

When I Grow Up, I Want To Be A... Wait, Can I Do It?

ft. AMBITIONS

When we were little, our parents or other relatives would ask us, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Many knew that what we want for ourselves in the future changes as we grow older, so usually our parents would ask us this question a lot until there will come a time that we have finally decided what we really want.

Hello Readers! So I guess we have all experienced an event at school called "Career Day".
On this event we get to wear those uniforms of our dream profession, and reminds us the reason why we choose to stay awake until 2am just to study for that upcoming test.


What profession did you chose?

Model? To inspire others to have confidence.

Soldier? To inspire others to be brave and stand for their country.

Lawyer? To fight for someone's justice.

Teacher? To share knowledge and inspire the next generation who are the future of his/her country.

Police? To bring peace.


When I was in 8th grade, I had this friend who was trying to decide what course should he take in college that he would not regret. He told me that he wants to take civil engineering, but he had a little doubt. I told him that he should go for what he wants to be, because I know he can do it.

I had more to say, but I wasn't good at words and everything happened too fast.
Now, we are not that close anymore, and I've never seen him after I left my previous school.
But I know he is doing good, and is now a third year college student at MSU-IIT.

So I will just say to you what I wanted to say to him.
"Never let doubt win. I know you can do great things, not just in the future, but also today.
It's okay to fail, be late, forget, be tired, be frustrated or confused. What is important is that you should never give up just because of fear and the time that it will take to accomplish it. Remember that time never stops, so keep going."

I would like to share to you, my dream.
I WANT TO BE A WRITER.
(Caps Lock aron intense)
If you knew me since 7th grade, you would say "I thought you hate writing?"
YES! I used to hate it, but I was forced to write lyrics, because it was a requirement to make an original composition. I was sooo heart broken that time, but when I closed my eyes, then slowly visualized a certain scenario, words came to my thoughts and I just write and write, repeat.
The art of literature was like drawing a picture, it inspires to those who can understand it.


I want to be a writer. I want to inspire the world using art, THE ART OF LITERATURE.
I may not be that good, but I am slowly improving myself, learning new things, looking at the world in different angles, just to paint a picture in peoples mind.


Doubt always happen, asking yourself if you're good enough or "can I even do this?", those are all normal. There will be moments that you would think that it is impossible, but how you deal with that is what matters most. Try. And if you fail at it, try again. NEVER GIVE UP.

"It takes a dream to get started, desire to keep going and determination to finish."

-Eddie Harris Jr

 Sincerely, Grace Dajao Flores

Photos by Shaira Jade Babasol and others
Models:
Faraidah Erica Batabor
Edwin Cabalida
Noa Dahunan
Ritch Monera
Amani Abdul



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