I wanted to be an artist, but that was shot down.
I decided to become a chef, until I was warned against it.
I toyed with being a comic book writer, but self-doubt steered me away.
I concluded that journalism was the way forward, but I never really read the news.
I figured a love of film would take me to screen-writing. I laughed that idea right out of my head.
I settled on film production, but really, there’s no chance.
I considered saving lives as a fireman; that one’s still on the table.
I debated travel writing and film critiquing. Let’s see what happens next.

Society tries to dictate that you decide what you want to do from a young age. My sister is only sixteen, and it’s been more than half a year since she had to start taking the first steps towards the rest of her life. I’m almost five years older, and I still don’t know whether I’ve made the right decisions.

But when I was younger, I remember my parents would play a certain cassette tape. You probably know it. It went something like this:

“Que Sera, Sera,
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que Sera, Sera
What will be, will be.”

So I’ll just keep moving on, and hopefully things will work out.

Here’s to trying.

 – Stéphane Emrys Moungabio


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