TwoThree souls alas! at least are dwelling in my breast (J.W von Goethe, Faust 1)
When I left school in the mid seventies, and wanted to become a clarinettist (that’s my first soul), my father told me to at least consider a trade with better prospects than music.
(My grandfather referred to my aspirations as “cheerful poverty”).
Because I enjoyed most school subjects, but lacked a real plan B, I took a career test. Very much to my surprise, the conclusion was inevitable: I was advised to study industrial design.
I really did not see that coming. I had always been a poor draftsman and all my artistic energy was focused at playing the clarinet. Of course I had my share of building with Meccano and Lego as a kid, like all my friends, but I don’t remember anything special was achieved.