the F word
I've lived for a good 22 years now. To some, it's the age where you are still young, the age where you are supposed to discover the world and live life to the very fullest to a certain extent that the saying "carpe diem" probably rings in 22-year olds' heads everyday. I am in that direction but I'm unsure whether I'm really embracing it. Mostly because what my mother had said a while back. "Sya, you need to have a plan. Sort of a 5-year plan on what you want to do with your life." Now that I'm one semester away to graduating and retrieving my degree, I've really got to think. Hard.
In 5 years, I'll be twenty-seven. 27. Wow. Let me see it again. 27, 27, 27.
What I want to achieve by that age a.k.a The Big Future Plan;
- Get a good job. Establish a career. This is a wee bit hard, since I'm still clueless on what I'd want to venture in. Education? I love teaching so far, but to be honest, not high school kids. They're more than a handful. Undergraduates? Might.
- Enroll in a good Post Graduate course and university and do it well and get a Masters degree. Preferably overseas. My mum's really really keen on this, and she'd asked me to go scouring for agents to help me out on the matter. Ya Allah, I'm going to go study abroad, one of my many dreams, insyaAllah.
- Plan and construct something, to give back to the society. Might need Moja's help in this one.
- Get engaged.
- Get married. To whom, you wonder? Oh I think you know who, God willing. :')
- Buy a lovely house at a lovely location.
- Succeed.
The future doesn't seem so distant, now that I've reached this age. I have only one life, thus I've got to plan it really well. Every waking hour is full of future thoughts, and though they might seem too ambitious, it is reality and I've got to deal with it. Taking tiny steps is the key, and I've taken one. Which is making this list.
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