In twenty years, I will be sitting in a quiet cafe on a dappled fall afternoon. The city will be bustling around me in its usual chaotic fashion and the hum of its voice will lull a peaceful state of mind. My mint green laptop will sit on the table in front of me with an untouched word document on the screen and a slightly less untouched mug of hot chocolate next to it. I may be a young broke writer in a city, but I will be happy doing what I love, especially because my extremely wealthy brother will be able to support me. By this time, he will be the founder and owner of a multibillion dollar startup.

 

In order to get to the future I want to have, I know I have to follow a plan. My plan begins where I am right now in high school. I have to continue to try hard in my classes and to get good grades so that I will be accepted into college. Once I am at college, I will not just try to get good grades, but I will try to learn as much as I possibly can and I will try to meet as many people as possible. Using my knowledge, connections, and degree, I will attain the job I want to have and create a life supported by a career that makes me happy.

 

There are a lot of unknowns about this future however. As to what that blank Word document will manifest into, I am not sure; it could be an analytical essay, a poem, a novel, a short story, or a script. Whatever it is though, I will pour my work and passion into it. In addition, I am not sure what city this quaint little cafe will be in. My travels through life may throw me all over the globe, but where I end up cannot be determined at all. For all I know, I will be living in an apartment in our very own San Francisco.