When I grow up...

Just turned 26 the other day, and I'm really feeling the pressure to figure this 'life' out once and for all. The question mainly on my mind, 'what to be when I grow up?' has no answer. I always fought the idea of having a job to pay the bills that I don't feel passionate about, and that's exactly what has happened. I definitely (at times) enjoy my current job repairing computers, but I wouldn't call it a passion. It's a job. It pays my rent. Maybe that's what life is... realizing that paying rent is the only true purpose of a job. What happened to doing something that matters, making a difference, helping those in need? Funny how life gets in the way once it becomes all too real. The dreams get set aside for a paycheck. That's ok because my dreams are still too muffled to hear. Sometimes I want to go to vet tech school and work with animals. Sometimes I want to go back and get my MBA with a focus on computers. Sometimes I want to run off with Greenpeace and go save some whales And yet, here I sit waiting for a sign to point me in the right direction. At this point, I don't think fate has even figured out my path yet.