It's not an easy decision,
not something to be made quickly.
There are millions of options,
but the trick is finding what's right for you.

Hm.
I could . . .
. . . no . . .
Or maybe . . .
. . . no . . .
There's always . . .
. . . no . . .
But . . .
. . . no . . .
Don't rush me.

I could be a teacher,
educating the young pupils . . .
. . . but then I'd have to know something.
I could be an artist,
creating beautiful works of art . . .
. . . but then I'd have to go tragically insane.
I could be a rock star,
touring the world with my heavy metal band . . .
. . . but then I'd have to die from a drug overdose.
I could be an actor,
dazzling Hollywood with my incredible talent . . .
. . . but then I'd have less of a private life than Pamela Anderson.
I could be a businessman,
making life and death decisions in my office . . .
. . . but then I'd have to wear a tie.
I could be a superhero!
. . . but then I'd have to wear spandex.
I could be a stripper,
making $3000 a night by flaunting my body . . .
. . . but I don't have a body.
I could be the President of the United States of America!
. . . but then I'd have to bomb people.
I could be a surgeon,
saving lives and playing golf in my spare time . . .
. . . but then I'd have to get personal with people's insides.
I could be a baseball player,
out on the field, making incredible plays . . .
. . . but then I'd have to start chewing tobacco.
I could be a police officer,
patrolling the neighborhood, keeping the streets safe . . .
. . . but then I'd have to get flipped off five times a day.
I could be a professional wrestler,
laying the smack down on nation-wide television . . .
. . . but then I'd have to change my name to something like GorillaMan.
I could be a nature photographer,
out in the wild, taking pictures of beautiful animals . . .
. . . but I don't have that much patience.
I could be a pilot!
zoooooooooooom . . .
. . . but they probably wouldn't let me.
I could be a plumber,
out there, fixing things for people that they can't do themselves . . .
. . . but then I'd have to wear my pants five inches lower.
I could be a postal worker,
out there, rain or shine, delivering important messages . . .
. . . but then I'd have to buy a gun.
I could be a sumo wrestler!
. . . nah.

Hm.
I just want to be me.
Do you have any openings for a Me?