A lawyer? Oh yes, I am a lawyer, a very fine lawyer, in fact. I just so happen to be a most important person in my line of work. Having won over thirty five cases since my beginning as a lawyer, I have refined this simple job and turned it into a form of art! I stand in a hallway currently. More specifically I stand in a school hallway. I listen to the hustle and bustle of the lovely children as they go about their day, paying me no mind as they hurry to their next class, talking with their peers about such trivial things. Oh how much fun it looks to be! But imagine, if you will, a most intriguing idea. So simple, yet so wonderfully interesting! Pluto! What, may I ask, would life be like on Pluto? Having suffered the heavy blow of being demoted from their rank as a Planet, to a lowly Dwarf-Planet, how do the Plutonians feel? Do they feel like the children do, here in this hallway as they pass me by, paying me no mind at all as they go about their way? Seemingly insignificant but still housing such potential!
Why, perhaps they feel like me! A humble man with a wonderful job! Perhaps they, too have lawyers on Pluto? Oh, indeed they must! There cannot be life without conflict that much is for certain. They must have such brilliant lawyers on their planet. And oh so far away! Why the distance is nearly immeasurable! My goodness, even at light speed it would take such a long time to get to such a faraway place. And what a boring trip it would be, sitting in a spaceship watching the stars fly by at such an alarming pace. But even so, the end result would be quite magical, would it not? You would have the chance to see so many new things; an entirely new environment, wonderful and charming in its own rights. What would it be like to live on such a fine dwarf-planet?
What does their sky look like? Does it reflect the lovely surface of the rock itself, or does it instead open up into the endless void we have come to know as space? The dark shades of black to the brighter shades of white the stars seem to be, the glowing orb of buttery yellow that we have all come to know and love as our precious sun. The violets, the reds, the blue’s, black’s, grey’s, pinks, even the green’s! Perhaps instead of seeing clouds, drifting about in a lazy manor, caring not about the problems of the world that lies below it, they see galaxy’s and planets and moons. Oh, they would have quite a lot of looking to do.
I myself would love to one day make my way to Pluto. Perhaps create my own legal firm there, become one of the lead lawyers and earn a nice paycheck. Why, I may even become royalty! I could be a king, or an emperor! I could be worshiped like no other has been before! I would have servants, a lovely house and the most beautiful brides the dwarf-planet has to offer. That would be the life, would it not? To live in such a divine manor, to have no cares, to have such a vast amount of money at your disposal. To have so many people that look up to you, that wish to become more like you. Why, the children would look up to me! Instead of treating me like a mere obstacle they have to walk around in their daily routine, perhaps they would see me and think; “Look there! It’s him! Once a lawyer, but now an emperor! Look what you can accomplish by simply working hard!”
But alas it would seem I am to be stuck here on Earth for the remainder of my life. Forever shall I be naught but a lawyer. Perhaps I shall walk these halls again, gaze at the paintings and pictures that litter the walls, attempt to talk with some of the children as they go about their business. I frown with sadness as they pass me by… like the obstacle I am.
Maybe I’ll have a kid of my own one day.
Yes, I can see it now; little Tommy. Attending classes at this fine school, studying hard so that one day he, too can become a successful lawyer like myself. Will he space out and daydream about space? Will he ponder life on Pluto while he walks these halls, talking with his friends without a care in the world?
Maybe… just maybe, he won’t take after his dad at all. Maybe he won’t take up a job as a lawyer, but instead become an Astronaut. Perhaps he will be the first to find life on Pluto. He could bring with him a wonderful crew, full of Astronauts, Chef’s, Veterinarians, Writers, Construction Workers, Doctors, Scholars and…. maybe even a lawyer.
Yes, I believe my son is destined to be much more than just a lawyer. He can be whatever he wants to be. After all, the world is so wonderfully huge, especially to a child. Let him dream big so that one day, he can become great in my place.
That is what I want to be. Not a lawyer, no. I do love the job, but it is a means to an end. What I truly want is not to one day fly out to Pluto, become great, and live a happy and wonderful life. No, I want to have a son. Let him dream, let him become great. Perhaps I will watch life through new eyes; through his eyes.
Now I realize… I am not simply a lawyer.
I am a dreamer.
