My Dream Jobs (If Money Didn’t Matter)

By 1ovingqys 

 So lately, I’ve been thinking...

Kalau duit bukan satu halangan, kalau I boleh jadi apa-apa je without worrying about salary or survival... what would I really want to do? What feels like me?

I think... I’d have more than one dream job. HAHA sebab honestly, I can't just pick one. My heart is everywhere, and that’s okay 🥹.

1. Florist

First, I’d be a florist. There’s something so soft about flowers. I love the idea of arranging bouquets with calming music in the background, wrapping them gently, and handing them to someone on their big day or even just a normal day they needed something beautiful. I feel like being a florist means giving people tiny pieces of joy. And that’s such a precious job.

2. Writter 

Then, I’d be a storyteller. Maybe a writer. A screenwriter. A blogger. Anything that lets me pour my thoughts into words. I’d write stories that feel real, a little emotional, maybe romantic, maybe painful but always full of heart. Because I’ve always believed stories can heal, and sometimes... words can say what we’re too afraid to.

3. Zookeeper 

And then… this might sound random but  a zookeeper. I don’t know, I just love animals. I love how peaceful they are, how they live without pretending. I’d love to take care of them, feed them, and maybe name each one with cute names 😭 I feel like animals are so comforting in ways humans sometimes aren’t.

4. Travel Blogger

I’d also be a travel blogger. Not the fancy influencer kind, but the kind who travels quietly. I’d show hidden gems, peaceful cafes, pretty corners of the world. Muslim-friendly places, halal food, clean spots for prayer. I’d document little moments such as soft skies, good people, and lessons I learn from the journey.

5. Photographer

Lastly, a photographer. Someone who captures the messy, the beautiful, the in-between. I’ve always loved freezing moments. A smile, a soft glance, the light in someone’s eyes when they talk about something they love. I think photos are like time capsules. You look at them years later and still feel something.

These are the jobs I’d do... not to be rich. Not to be famous. But just to feel alive. To feel like I’m doing something that means something — to me, and maybe even to someone else.

So yeah. This is what my heart dreams of when it’s free from expectations.

And maybe one day… if Allah wills it, I’ll get to do one, or two, or maybe all of them. Slowly. One soft step at a time 🌷