Freewrite 1

I've never been able to make up my mind ever since I was little.I used to change what I wanted to be when I grew up every other day, and I still do. I remember when I was five years old that I wanted to be a cop. My mom had an absolute heart-attack. Then there was my doctor phase that lasted until I took physics and chemistry and realized I absolutely hated it. I guess all I ever really wanted to do was help people anyway that I could. I never thought of myself as some sort of hero, I just wanted to make a difference. I still do want to make a difference, but maybe the only thing you can do is put one foot in front of the other and hope for the best. Life is just not what anyone expects. My mom would always tell me my dreams were bigger than my head, I'm not quite sure what that meant, but it always sounded negative. Why shouldn't people dream big? Is that really a problem? Maybe having big dreams doesn't get you anywhere in life, I never really thought it would hurt. Maybe being insignificant is the best option for many, but it doesn't seem like a good one for me.