Day 7. The best jobs in this world require a degree

Today’s challenge had me quite frankly a bit stumped. I don’t think I can honestly recall the worst piece of advice I have ever been given. After all, I don’t really remember bad advice.

So I started thinking back on my life and tried to pick out the one thing I have heard that is just not true at all. At least, not for me.

So here we go:

Day 7. Write a compelling argument pushing the worst advice you’ve ever been given.

Now, I need you to remember that what is written down here is not how I really feel. And it was actually quite hard to make this advice sound good without being sarcastic or start dissing on it.

This is my opinion on the matter and this is my truth. I will start with officially stating that the next statement is not one of my own and I don’t support it either.

 

The best jobs in this world require a degree from university or college.

The best jobs in this world need a degree because that is the only way to gauge if people are qualified. After all, not just anybody can be good enough to do this job.

This job is difficult and important, so we will need you to do years of training before you are educated enough to not endanger lives. It is for your safety, but also for the safety of others.

This is mandatory because these jobs are the important ones in life and in society. They keep this world standing. So it is only fair that we make sure that the people that are allowed to practice these jobs are qualified and up for it.

Any job that is worth your time, needs special people. Educated people. If you want to be one of those, you need to go through years of studying so that you can learn all the necessary tricks and gain all the knowledge you will ever need for the field.

The only worthy jobs are the jobs you need to study for. That is because those are the intellectual jobs, the jobs of tomorrow. The government sponsors the schools that have those studies, so that means you will be valuable in this society. You will be doing a job that is worthy and that people need. And those are truly the best jobs that there are.

Consider the best jobs in this world as an exclusive group that only those who study can reach. And we all know that exclusive means better.

You need to get a degree so that you will have one of the best and meaningful jobs and because of that, you will lead a satisfying life.

I know this seems like solid advice, and for many people, this is actually pretty decent advice.

It is great advice if your genuine interests actually align with any of the courses that the schools offer. It is fantastic if you have always dreamed of having a career that happens to be one of the more “respected” careers in your society.

It is good advice if you have known what you wanted to be since you were six.

But me? I had no freaking clue. When I was six, I was still hoping my father was the head of the mafia and I would someday inherit his emporium.

When I got out of high school, I still had no clue what I wanted to be. So I forced myself to make a choice, to pretend I knew what I was doing. I put up a front and for a whole year pretend that I wanted to be a graphic artist for the rest of my life.

That this road would lead me to success.

It didn’t. After a year, it wasn’t working out for me. Not like the other people in my class. Even though they were just as immature and carefree as I, even though they partied and had fun with me, they were passionate about our school.

They genuinely wanted to be graphic designers.

So I left. And I tried another study. And fool that I was, I tried to become a graphic designer. Again.

And yes, you guessed it, that also didn’t work out. Because again, I wasn’t passionate about this.

I love art and I love designing, but this was not what I wanted to dedicate my life to. This was not how I wanted to fill my life. This was not something I identified with.

So again, I left. Third time, good time, right?

Wrong. Psychology was great. And even though I am sure there were others in my class that were just as unmotivated as me, there were genuinely people there that wanted to be a psychologist for the rest of their lives.

And again, even though it interested me. I honestly couldn’t see myself be a psychologist for the rest of life. It didn’t fit. Or I didn’t fit. At this stage, there really is no difference.

It took me another two “revelations” before I finally cut the crap.

I decided to give up on school and start carving my own way through life. It is only then that I realised that I finally stumbled upon what I truly wanted to be in life.

A writer.

For the first time, I could see myself doing this even after five or fifty years. I could imagine dedicating myself to untold stories and for the first time, I felt like I could actually contribute something to this field.

I finally found a fit.

Writing fitted in my life and I fitted into writing. And that is when I realised that whereas some kids know they want to be a firefighter or a doctor or a baker from when they were little, I also knew what I wanted to be. I just didn’t realise it.

I wanted to be a storyteller.

But nobody every told me that was something I could be. Nobody every said that this was something I could do.

Do I regret making the choices I did and studying the courses that I have? No, I don’t. They brought me where I needed to be.

But do I believe that I might have gotten here sooner if I had gotten different advice about what is important in life?

I just might have. Who knows.

What do you think? What is the worst piece of advice that you have ever been given?

 

Previously: Day 6. The land in between asleep and awake

A magical story that explains the lack of memories and the golden key in my hand when I wake up.

Next up: Day 8. The silent side of heartbreak that you don’t see

About the silence of heartbreak

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