WHEN WILL ETERNITY GET HERE???

I'm pretty sure that everyone who reads this has watched Boston Legal. You know; the show with the crazy lawyers who always seem to win their cases with a combination of charm, wit and just the right amount of insanity.
Well, Boston legal has greatly affected my future. How so you might ask? The answer to that is pretty obvious. Well, if you're a proper genius, that is.
Since childhood, I have always avoided mathematics. The subject never seemed to sink in deep enough or the waters were just a lot heavier than usual. When I got into high school I was asked what I wanted to be. Pretty easy, isn't it? By that time most people would say doctors, engineers, pilots. I did not have the power to say that because I knew what it took to be any of those things; advanced knowledge in mathematics.
I constantly asked myself, what career did not require innate ability in mathematics. The answer came to me in the form of a copyrighted CD with the scribbled title: Boston Legal.
At first the show was horrible. I mean, William Shatner's (is that how you spell his name?) potrayal of his character was reprehensible and Alan Shore was a dick to say the least. But after a couple of episodes the idea had sank in. Being a lawyer was easy. I mean, if someone like Denny Crane could do it then why would Oscar Ruto lack the ability to do it.
I was asked the same question a few days later, "What do you want to be when you're older?"
"A lawyer," it rolled out of my toungue like semen out of a pornstar.
After hours of (dare I say it) "meticulous" research I discovered that I needed only a basic knowledge of mathematics in order to get into the field of law. Yeah, that would suit me perfectly.
I spent the next three years telling everyone around me that I would be a lawyer.
Earlier this year the final examinations was tossed onto our laps. I would either make or break my future and then it dawned on me. For some reason the results of that examination did not bother me because I had just concluded that law was not where I wanted to go (you see the ryhmes, don't you?).
My parents were furious because they assumed that being a lawyer was my dream and that I had just lost sight of where I wanted to be. The truth was that I had just got sight of where I did want to go and the courts were not on that path.
What is the point of this short "tale"?
The point is simple. Sometimes it may take an eternity to know what you want, or rather, don't want out of this life. Due to the fact that we only have one life, I think it would be wise to wait for that so-called eternity to end before ripping the price tag of a pair of jeans that don't fit.