I remember the first time I realized I couldn’t do everything
When you’re little
They tell you “You can do anything”
Be anything
But they don’t tell you
That it’s a sacrifice
That one thing comes at the cost of another
If you’re a veterinarian, you can’t also be an astronaut
I don’t even want to be an astronaut
But the thought of that door being shut forever is overwhelming
What if some part of me was meant to be an astronaut?
I want to be everything
Do everything
What am I missing out on because I can’t?
Poetry
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I like how you brought this to my attention. Sometimes choices can mean more potential sacrifices than rewards, and other times choices are more reward than sacrifice. It’s the perspective that matters, and I’m grateful for you sharing yours. We might have a limited time on Earth, but we have the freedom to try out new things and see what makes us happy.