When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up?
During those years, my aspirations were shrouded in a veil of uncertainty. Rather than harboring a concrete career goal, my fascination lay in the attire itself, the uniformity that symbolized purpose and belonging. I found myself enamored with the dignified presence of those clad in uniforms, be they men or women. Yet, amidst the clamor of societal expectations, I found myself echoing the sentiments of the crowd, without a firm grasp on my own desires. In essence, I drifted in indecision, yearning for clarity amidst the tumult of conformity.
