i was sort of cleaning my room last weekend... and i found my college yearbook covered in dust in one corner under a pile of old clothes. hehe. tired from cleaning up, i decided to take a quick break. reading my yearbook write-up brought back memories of college days... definitely one of the best times of my life... and made me realized how different i've become, and yet i'm still very much the same. i know i don't make sense. i wish i could explain it better. o well...
The future is always framed in a question. What do you want to be? Where are you going? A litany of whens, wheres, whats, and hows. And from childhood onwards, I have watched my answers change. Now, the question is back. And my answer? I asked my friends what they want by the age of thirty. Money, and lots of it. A perfect wife, perfect family. A mansion in Forbes. A BMW, Porsche, maybe even a Ferrari. Freedom. Success. Love. Security. End all poverty. Solve the energy crisis. Change the world. Good things, all. And maybe I want all of that. Maybe even more. Bust mostly, what I want, really, is to be myself. No kidding.
this was written when i was nineteen, maybe around august, 1999. i'm turning thirty this year. hmmmm. what do i want to be? where am i going? still the same questions...
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