
Sometimes I just spend a few minutes imagining what my life is going to be like in 10 years. I think about the different aspects of my life: the relationships I’m going to have, where I’m going to be living, what I’m going to be doing, whether my hobbies will the same, whether or not I listen to the same music as I do now, if I’m going to drink my coffee with or without sugar.
In 10 years, I am going to be 27 years old. And the best part is that, despite all the things I imagine and desire, anything could happen within the next decade and it might turn out to be even better than anything I could have imagined.
It’s that uncertainty that keeps me so interested in life. I want to keep on living so I can see where I end up and see how far I can go. I’m looking forward to the future.