Who We Are Instead

On the way to work I saw this bumper sticker:

“Remember who you wanted to be”

This hit me pretty profoundly. I’m not sure I can explain exactly why, thought it might be obvious.

Are youthe person you wanted to be when you grew up? I don’t mean job-wise, or what kind of car you’re driving or anything like that. Do you have the kind of character you wanted to have when you grew up? Do you now have the values that you cultivated in your youth so you could live them in your present? If not, what happend to them? Have you become someone you never wanted to be? Have you become someone better than who you wanted to be?

For me, I think I’ve ended up better. I was relieved, after nervously pondering that bumper sticker, to find my station in life acceptable when remembering the expectations of my youth. I never wanted to be anybody great, that I can remember, but I did want to be honest, dependable, trustworthy and all those noble things. I think I’m living up to that. If you don’t, please let me know.

One thing I guess the bumper sticker may assume is that you wanted to be someone good. Either that, or it is trying to stimulate you regardless.

(PS Sorry for the jumbled thoughts. I think this post may be a grammatic nightmare. I hate it when that happens.)

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2 Responses to Who We Are Instead

  1. the Sage says:

    That’s really an intriguing question, Roger. What did I dream about being like when I grew up? The only time I can remember haveing such a thought (toher than the typical policeman-fireman options) was when I was 11 and had just helped a little girl who had been set upon by some bullies. I remember a storng desire to grow up to be a defender of the weak and helpless. I know that I do not do that very well now…mostly I just cross the street.

  2. Roger says:

    Wow. I assume “cross the street” means you see something going on. I never see anything I feel I need to step into. I think part of it is that I don’t pay much attention. The other part is just the innocence of living in Maine (I’ll claim that while I can. It’s not getting any better around here)

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