I’ve been thinking about this lately. I wanted to be a doctor, but my family broke apart in my teens, which affected my mental health and, subsequently, my studies. I worked in construction and as a driver on the side for a bit before replacing the former with work as a personal trainer. Now I work as a bodyguard for a rich kid, which is de facto more of a surveillance, driving, and companionship role than a security one, since his dad has hardcore professionals for times when security is really needed. I didn’t expect my life to turn out this way, to be honest.


I wanted to be a pilot. As a kid I was obsessed with flight simulators and tried to learn as much about aviation on my own in a time before internet access was ubiquitous. In high school I read up on the requirements to get into flight school and tried my best to prepare.
Then my parents bought me a guitar, and I did not become a pilot.