Trying to decide what to do with your life was always a hard thing to do. For a Freshling, these things were not so concrete. Often opinions, dreams, and goals changed as people grew up and evolved. Laviticus knew this. But the hybrid had always been uncertain of what he wanted to be.

Many of his peers seemed to at least have a childhood dream. Someone wanted to be a firefighter. Another wanted to be a familiar doctor. All these people had dreams and aspirations they were running towards. But Laviticus had none. None that were bold and exciting at any rate.

The boy felt plain in comparison. Meek with undesirable traits. He just wanted a happy little life. He wanted to someday have a family and be a nest builder. Was Laviticus allowed to have such dreams yet?

While the boy did enjoy the arts -- and loved dancing with his dad and painting and drawing -- he wasn't passionate enough about any of these things to really pursue them as a career. Laviticus didn't want to be stuck in a profession he didn't love. But even just living quietly with a partner and no children seemed like something he would rather enjoy.

Yes. That sounded nice and homey. Perhaps, as small of a dream as that was, Laviticus could take pride in that ...

So, maybe he was a bit more conventional. There was no shame in that at all. Even if Laviticus has to convince himself of that. He owed it to himself to stay true to his personal interests. And, besides. Laviticus knew things could always change.