Head Candy

Today on my way back to school I hopped into a taxi to find a nice, inspiring man driving me safely back to campus. The first few minutes of the ride was a typically awkward taxi ride, but he after one long light he apologized for the long wait and pointed out how poorly the roads are in Tacoma. This lead to me discussing my academic plans, of double majoring English and theatre. His first reaction, was like many, what are you going to do with that? teach? And I confidently replied, yes. What amazed me was when he revealed how jealous he was of me and his dreams of studying classic literature and philosophy and consuming 'head candy,' pleasing and enjoyable treats for the mind. For financial reasons he didn't continue onto college and really wished he had. He wished he was in my position, to explore any academic territory without any fears of what others will think or succumb to financial pressures. He made me realize how fortunate I am. Not everyone can study what they want to, or even have the freedoms to choose what they want to do with their lives without societal or financial pressures. I feel fortunate that I won't spend my life wishing I was able to invest my time in something that interests me, unlike my taxi driver. I admire his courage to even admit his longtime desire to a total stranger. English is 'head candy' for him, consumed sparingly, but for me, its a 'head meal,' its what fuels and drives me and what ultimately keeps me going in life.