Someone wrote to me today that I could have made a good lawyer. The source is highly credible, authentic and reliable. I have no reason to doubt it because in the past I studied law for one semester, read the Indian Penal Code and the Law of Torts, ranked 11th in the university examination and never renewed my registration.
Whatever the reasons – I have never regretted that choice and I do not want to offend my law-loving friends, so I focus on the idea behind the title of this note.
While I smiled at my friend’s comment about being a good lawyer, I also remembered a couple of others. Sometimes I realized or sometimes observers told me that I could have made a good this and a good that.
And I suspect that I am also fairly good at my current job. Al least I enjoy it.
What would I have made? A Lawyer, a story teller, a counselor, a cook, and more… so many options were standing before me at the tender age when I chose (or rejected) the discipline(s).
What’s important is not to KNOW PRECISELY what I can study because of the traits I possess, but it is about evolving into who I love to BE. And let me not be too starry-eyed, because sometimes what we become is a product of our circumstances, the influence of people around us, our capability to envision at that time, and so much more. So, instead of studying literature, or psychology, I end up being a business major.
That way, while reading today’s precious mail, I wondered if we do not continue to act like stem cells through at least some part of our life.
A Stem Cell is capable of evolving into a cell for highly specialized organs of our body – and likewise, we are capable of evolving into any/several of multiple possible professional roles. In fact it is possible to enrich our lead professional role by adding to it the qualities of alternative professions – something that the stem cell cannot do once it chooses the organ. Like a cell in lever cannot work like a cell in an eye, I suppose. Also, a stem cell has some constrain on time or size when the promise of specialization disappears. In our life, the promise lives as long as we do.
Only thing is, we need to remember that we are a human stem cell and not the one of a machine, a monster, or a race horse or a terminator and so on… I hope I remember!