My last year of school has just begun. We’re calling it the beginning of the end and I expected to be freaking out. Strangely enough I’m not. It’s almost like I’m ready for whatever comes next. I’m standing in the face of countless possibilities. So whats a better time to try and chalk out what my life might look like.
I don’t know where I’ll be or what I’ll do. But I do hope that I’ll be happy doing whatever it is. Whether I end up an author, opinionated journalist or whatever else it may be there are somethings that I certainly see.
I see myself sitting in a friends-esque cafe chatting and laughing. I see myself discovering the world, satiating my wanderlust. I can imagine the candid conversations I will have with people I have never met and will probably never meet again. I see myself falling in love and out of love and hopefully in love again.
I know that these predictions are just the fantasies of the dreamer within me. Too idealistic to be true. And even with some stroke of luck this is what my life ends up looking like it will come with a dose of hardship. I just hope that ten years later I’m as happy as I am now.
This post may be a far cry from what my life looks like in 10 years. At the very least it may be something worth looking back at as a point of comparison. As of now the only thing that I do see in my future is studies. So until next time. Whenever that is.