My Future

It’s a new year, and school has started. The transition from one year to another is weird, especially this one. Even if it’s just from the 365th day of a year to the first one again, it feels like the end of an era.

People everywhere are making their goal lists, and teachers are asking us questions about our futures. “What do you want to achieve this year?” “Where do you see yourself in five or ten years?” or “What do you want to be when you grow up?” Most kids in my class respond to these questions with: “I want to be a lawyer,” “I want to learn something new,” “I’d like to be healthier,” or “I see myself having a beautiful family in ten years,” but not me. My response to all of them is that I want to be happy.

People are often confused about this response. My educators say that maybe I didn’t understand the question, but I think that they just didn’t understand my answer. Although this does not mean I’m not happy right now, I’m just saying I’d like to keep it that way. Honestly, I don’t have a clue what the future will bring me. We should have goals and fight for them. The only thing I can do right now is follow my dreams. Nonetheless, we can’t expect everything to be exactly the way we want it to be. God has plans that none of us know about. We just have to accept our fate; whether I’ll have kids, a husband, a house, a family, friends, or a job. I have no idea. But as long as I’m happy, I’ll be okay.


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