I've been thinking recently, about what I imagine my life to be like in a few years time. It seems to consist mainly of writing, travel, and freedom. I can almost smell that beautiful scent that big cities carry, the one that I am dangerously addicted to.
I'm not ashamed to admit that I naively think that as soon as I graduate, I'm going to fall straight into my dream job, and live the life I know I want. I listen to friends tell me that they hope they can afford holidays when they're older, and that they want to win the lottery in order to be able to afford a nice house. They seem uninspired to me, however, importantly, they also seem grounded. Dreaming into the future has made me realise that I have my head so far in the clouds that I don't even think planes could interrupt me.
My imagination seems to predict a life of ease, effortless achievements and, quite frankly, my intelligence really doesn't have the good to back this up.
Doing a relatively easy and popular degree, with no exceptional grades, no impressive work experience and nothing else to make me stand out - what do I possibly thing I can achieve in life? What makes me so special? Well, as cheesy as it sounds, I believe that I want to achieve to the top of my field,I have the urge to inspire people, and I have the mindset that nothing will stop me, and that is what makes me an investment to any employee. I think that the mind is our most powerful tool, and with will power and motivation, surely me believing I will be successful is enough to set my future in stone?
In life, when do we have to stop dreaming and face reality? Does there come a day when we wake up and realise that life is a lot harder than we once anticipated? I know I'm stupidly positive on how I see my life unfolding, but can this not just be seen as endearing? Is it the right mind set to have in order to succeed? And why am I the only person I know that is like this? I'd rather shave my head then utter the phrase ' I think I'll leave University then work in an office for 10 years'.
But as I grow older, will I start to downgrade my hopes and dreams? I can't seem to comprehend why people don't aim for as high as their imagination will possibly let them. I mean, realistic thinking would probably work out in the long run - I'm only going to end up disappointed when I realise that it's quite difficult to be Editor of Vogue with my only work experience being in a Smoothie shop.
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