I've recently realized that what I want in life may never happen. Whilst round my Nan's the other day I picked up her paper and read that my generation (generation Y) don't know the meaning of 'hard work'. I found this really rude and degrading. Do they even realize how much work we put in to get good grades and get into sixth form or university? Why would we work so hard at that to not bother when it comes to work? My view on being a hard worker comes down to enjoyment. I don't particularly work hard in maths - hence why I'm failing - and that's because I would so much rather be doing something else. But if you enjoy it - you'll work harder? That's my view anyway.
"They are the 'entitled to it all' generation to whom hard work is an alien concept.
Today's young workers, it appears, believe they deserve jobs with big salaries, status and plenty of leisure time - without having to put in the hours.
A study spanning three decades concluded that those born in the late 1980s - the so-called 'Generation Y' - expect to 'have their cake and eat it"
The press will forever state that we are 'rude' and don't respect our elders. Personally I do, it's logical that we do. Who's going to be in control of our futures when it comes to politics? Our elders. Who's going to lend us student loans? Our elders. Who's going to accept us into University? Our elders. Everything we do is dictated by them. And yet they have the nerve to insult us and disrespect us. Why should we in all honesty? I was always taught that respect is earned. So why should we respect them when they don't respect us? I say that they dictate our futures but so do we. We're the ones who are going to someday run the country. One of us 'rude and disrespectful' youngsters 'to whom hard work is an alien concept' will some day be prime minister. I wonder what you'll say when we prove you wrong. I know what I'll say. - "I told you so."
Anyhow... back to the 'what I want in life may never happen' part of the post. I have this image in my head of where I want to be in 10-20 years time. I've always wished to have a library, you know the kind where there's bookshelves everywhere and its got that old library smell. No computers, just books and an old style typewriter on a desk with comfy chairs all around the room. I want to work for myself. I always had an image of a blackberry in my hand and rushing from one meeting to another but lately I've found that actually to me, that would be hell on earth. I like big country houses with flowers - quite ironic seeing as how my mother kills plants just by looking at them - and 2 dogs running around with a studio and not having to wear suits and sit at an office desk every single day. I want to be free to do what I want at my own pace. I've always been the girl who's behind everyone and when the teacher or whoever is ready to move on I'm not quite there yet. I like things to go at a slower pace, longer summers, longer weekends, longer to figure life out. Right now - aged 17 - life is hell. I've got exams and revision, and all sorts going on and I just want to scream STOP and just have a break. I'm this [____] close to deleting my facebook account and just locking myself in a room with music and books and just escaping for a while. But I know that it's so hard to make a living out of photography. And you have to be busy and it's almost the same as rushing around day like you work in an office. So I've finally found what i want to do. And you dear non-existent readers. Are the first to know. I'm going to take a year out once I've finished college. I'm going to get a job - any job - and save up for Uni, then I'm going to study photography and then get another job - again, any) save save save save and then hopefully - fingers crossed - open my own shop :) by this I mean just a small shop that sells some of my photography and other little bits and pieces, little one of a kind antiques and little trinkets and I'm hoping all will go well. But you never know do you?
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-mia xxo
I'm scared I will never get what I want out of life too. My dream growing up was to own a little record store/coffee shop that would be filled with vinyls, cd's and massive comfy settees.
ReplyDeleteThe reality will probably be an office job somewhere. I get scared because I;m nearly 24 and don't really know where I want my life to go (and I've just been told that I no longer have a job so need to sort that out!). So you're not alone :)
Katie x
That's a lovely dream :) I think a lot of what people want never comes true and if it does then they're the lucky ones. Sometimes we've just got to keep hold of our dreams and hope that they'll work out and work hard to achieve them
ReplyDeleteMia xx