What Am I Ten Years From Now

17 + 10 = 27

I do like thinking about the future. Reason why I'm choosy in everything and so as to my decisions that questions like "Would this be good for me..? What if..? Is she/he/this the best..?" are always ahead to my motion. I'm not afraid to make mistakes. It is just that being a futuristic person helps me to be more concern and more careful about everything. And, everything is a piece of future.

I have been asking myself, "What am I 10 years from now?" What would I become in all aspects after ten years? — In profession, as an individual, as a Filipino citizen, as a woman, as a lover, as a leader and follower, as a daughter, and as a writer.

Ten years from now I will be 27. Ripe. Mature. I may have my babies that time. I may have already my own family. I may have bought DSLR, house and lot, laptop and maybe built my own business. I may have already my own library. I may have visited Greece and Italy. I may have talked to my favorite singers and writers. I may have be a part of church, community, school or national organizations. I may have been the one I wanted to be throughout. But all these things will not then lie to the true meaning of satisfaction in life.

There are something more that, I know, God is directing me. But, until now, I have to figure out what are those things. I need to find myself. I need to wander across the roads. I need to be with Him, always.

I want to be a writer. I want to be an English professor. I want to be a Psychologist. I want to be an engineer. I want to serve my community. I want to influence people. I want to make disciples. I want to be the best me when I am still breathing.

One thing I have to stick and deal with—“I WANTs” needed to turn in “I WILL DOs.”