Thinking about the Future

Thinking about the Future

Do You Remember … The Future?

I really find it mind-blowing to think that five years from now or 10 years from now, I’ll be different. I’ll be living a completely different life than the life I am living right now. I’ll have new friends, a house, a full-time job. Maybe I’ll be married – maybe I’ll have a kid.

I remember one time, my friend and I went to the park and he told me that we are all changing. He said that the person we are today is different than the person we were a year ago. He said that next year, I may be sitting on the same park bench but as a completely different person. There’s something exciting about that, but there’s something scary about it as well. Scary because I may not like the new person…

On the eve of my 20th birthday, I remember being so overwhelmed with excitement and anxiety as I lay in bed thinking that this is the decade EVERYTHING would happen to me. This was the decade I would graduate from University, and get a full-time job, and fall in love, and get married. This was the decade where life would START.

“Remember when you couldn’t wait for your life to begin…and then, one day, it did?”
The Man in the Moon

I still think about the future. I imagine living in an apartment downtown that’s close enough to work I can walk there. I imagine finding a favourite coffee shop close to where I live, and doing the seawall regularly, and making my own terrarium. I imagine buying flowers for my bedroom, and inviting my family over for dinner, and hanging up my paintings, and feeding my fish, and sitting on my patio overlooking the sunset shining on the Vancouver skyline.

Do I turn out alright in the end? I don’t know.  I just hope I make myself proud.

Kazandra Pangilinan

Kazandra is probably not that different from you. She eats, sleeps,and wonders about how to make the most of this life. This blog is dedicated to the trials and triumphs she has experienced in the process of growing up in her quest to find meaning, connection and happiness.

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