He said I would not just teach violin, but that I would be business-minded and run a music school. Check.
He said I would be independent and buy a condominium rather than pay rent. Semi-check. I live in a townhouse.
He said I would set up a studio in my house, and work for myself. Check.
He said I would always be mature for my age, and that my 20s would be frustrating and lonely as I watched my friends go off and get married, albeit to irresponsible, immature guys who I would never want a relationship with anyway, while I waited around for people to show up who could keep up with me. Check. And run on sentence.
There you have it. My life, according to my father. I know he's happy with me and what I've accomplished, and I do feel good about that. He doesn't seem to expect any more out of me, which makes me feel like a success and not a disappointment. I also feel incomplete. Shouldn't there be more of a goal for my life than developing my career and buying a starter home? What happens from here? Don't I have a destiny? This can't be my destiny. The rest of my life cannot possibly be just hanging out here, where I'm at now.
I want to go forward. I want there to be something - a lot of somethings - to achieve and fulfill in my lifetime. I want purpose, not just existence. I want to move, and change, and grow. I don't want to stop and say "this is good enough". Especially at 25.
