What’s your dream job?
I want to succeed.
Yes, I do.
Not loudly,
not by becoming someone I’m not
but in a way that still sounds like me.
I want my work to travel far,
yet stay gentle when it arrives.
To reach people’s hands,
and somehow find its way
into their hearts .
My dream job is writing
that doesn’t scream to be noticed,
but stays
like a line you remember later,
when life gets quiet.
It’s illustrating without rushing,
creating without hardening myself,
letting softness be a strength
and slowness be a choice.
Some days success will look like applause 👏🏻.
Some days it will look like silence 🤫
the kind where someone feels understood
but doesn’t know how to say it.
I want work that grows,
and still lets me pause.
Work that builds a name,
without erasing the soul behind it.
There will be days I write.
Days I draw.
Days I simply feel.
And all of it will still matter.
Maybe my dream job doesn’t fit a title.
But I know this much
I want to succeed,
and I want to live
in people’s hearts while I do.
And if my work can do both,
that will be enough.
“Success, for me, is being remembered softly.”