My first big argument I had with my Dad was about security. I said there was no such thing. I understand him better now and why he made the decisions he made for me. He took his responsibility as a father very seriously and, of course, wanted to prepare myself and my sister for a life that would allow us to prosper. A profession was the way. In my case, it was to become a teacher.
I wanted to be an artist.I knew this from the age of five! Horror of horrors! I am an artist, and writer, and it has been delightful to be recognized. I've published articles and poems and been awarded for my art. I was first recognized when I lived in Japan and exhibited with a master Sumie painter in a national museum show. Art is more a part of life in Japan, and artists are well respected and appreciated. I didn't have the same satisfaction here in the States until almost 30 years later. And in Florida!
Back to the idea of security. People used to have a professional job and stay in it forever. Today, if someone wants to advance in their career, a two year stint is the usual before moving on. People didn't get divorced. Now, no fault divorce is available. Women wore dresses. Capri pants were considered risque. Dinner was served at 6. Home cooking was the norm. There didn't used to be so many fast food joints.
I have no idea where my thoughts came from. Maybe children come into the world with these thoughts. I have no idea how I had the courage to blurt these things out to my Dad. A bohemian life, with no regular income and a high chance of failure was not on the agenda. A wise man said that it is better to be a poor artist/musician/writer and be happy you have followed your dream, rather than be an unhappy person doing something you didn't want to do. Poverty is no joke, but ... being unhappy for the sake of security is worse.