What do you see?

When asked the question,

‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’

What do you see?

You seek an answer but

archaeologist, artist, writer

no longer arrive as easily as once they did.

You’ve waited so long for the future to arrive.

It’s here. It’s now.

Time to decide.

Fear urges an answer

but you search

in all the wrong places.

You retreat to the safe and the familiar.

Your life catches on the trappings

of responsibility

and lists without an end.

Mind and body pedalling furiously

to arrive at destinations unknown.



You seek an answer in the enticing glare of a screen,

an endless stream of doom.

A deafening chorus of hatred and false claims

drown out

the dreams, the hopes,

the actions that demand courage,

the voice that whispers,

You’re here.

You’re grown.

Listen to what your soul desires.

In a room.

A large round table.

Adulthood in a scene.

Eyes on you,

a decision to be made,

a voice to be heard.

You gulp.

You’re already grown,

unable to recall how you got here.

Yet here you are

and your yelling fear dwells here too,

drowning out the voice that whispers,

this is not where you belong.

When asked the question,

‘What do you want to be when you grow up?’

What do you see?

Dial down the noise.

Turn off the screen.

The answers don’t dwell there,

as well you know.

You have all you need right here.

Stop. Look. Notice.

Don’t retreat.

You’re here.

You’ve grown.

Now, what do you see?




This is the path that holds the answers,

its pages waiting to be written

by the pen of your heart and soul.

The way won’t be packaged neatly as once you thought it was.

Writer. Artist. Archaeologist.

These pages hold magical treasures far beyond these roles.


My writing commitment: I’m learning to honour my thoughts. I’m learning that my words can be shared before I’ve connected all the dots or learned everything there is to know. My writing can be a snapshot of a single moment in continually-evolving time.

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