I have just celebrated my 51st birthday and I still do not have a darn clue at what career choice I should have or should take now.

When and how does one even know what to do and who helps them make this mind boggling choice?

There are certain career paths that I get. For example; training to act, sing, play music, paint or play sport but one needs talent and passion to follow these paths. For those who have not been blessed then those doors appear a closed shop. Exploring medicine to help others, learning about law to keep the innocent safe are equally understandable paths to take but yet again on the bright can attain the certificates and degrees to allow them to practice.

I cannot believe anybody chooses to be an accountant, manager, road sweeper or shelf-stacker as a childhood aspiration.

I think many, many citizens around the world feel short changed and disillusioned in what they end up having to do to pay the bills and survive.

When I hear about some people working into their 90s or at least early 70s I sit back and frown and pour out words of sympathy as I am aghast at someone being forced to work beyond retirement to make ends meet. But it appears some do it through choice as they love their job. What? Are they mad? No, apparently not.

So then I turn to accommodating this information by making remarks of a boring home life, no hobbies or a lack of imagination. However, it turns out that these special types actually do their hobbies or interests as a job of work. That must be so cool. Waking up each morning and being happy its another day at the grind stone.

Most of us dread the wake up alarm, the trawl to the office and the crushing emotions of being treated as a number rather than a person. Days off are longed for and excuses used up so often that books have been written about them to amuse  the masses and give away information to bosses.

I wonder just how much of a percentage of the world’s population is truly happy in work, their toil and how they made or knew it was a career path of happy choice?

What makes a person like myself so flakey? Why haven’t I ever been able to have an inspiration let alone an education towards something I could enjoy? I’m not saying that I am wallowing in self pity and the bottom of a deep dark hole but being a postman is hardly living on the edge of success. It just about covers the day to day bills and a few comforts but it most definitely does not cover anything flashy or slightly above average.

I am confident that money doesn’t buy happiness its how one uses what they have. What I am not sure about though is what voices tell someone that this or that choice will be happy and fulfilling.

My guess and conclusions after writing this are that some are lucky, get to be in a right place at the key time, are given the correct advice or just have that inner voice persuading them to take the more advantageous path. Others just keep making mistakes or are kept down or back by others.

This isn’t a rant or a jealous green-eyed monster’s point of view. I only wanted to find out if others think this way. So good luck to the savvy and happy-in-work folk out there and to those not in that position take solace in the breaks, days off and the fact that, I for one, shall be doing the same thing.

I do love my friends and family. My little dog makes me feel warm and emotional. I have somewhere to live and comestibles spilling out of my cupboards. So a bit of hardship is fine.

If “The Three Wishes Thing” was an actual rather than a pipe-dream  then mine would certainly have been a choice of career I would have really enjoyed with a comfortable income. The other two wishes have already been granted. Friends and love, tick. A great education some at school, a lot in self tuition, tick.

“Two out three ain’t bad”. I imagine a song here..