My life in ten years

 
I often wonder how my life will be in ten or twenty years. What job will I be taking? Will I have married? Will I be able to lead the "perfect life" I have always dreamt of?

When I was little, my idea of a perfect life always involved success and wealth. A glamorous life in a big city, a well paid job, a top position in the social hierarchy.

Lately, though, that idea has somehow lost its appeal to me. Instead, I have found myself dreaming of, longing for a life so drastically different from anything I ever imagined, one that months ago I would have ridiculed for how dull it seemed.


A life in the countryside.




I will be working from home, in a small wooden house by a lake. 

I will be a writer. (I'm not sure what exactly I will be writing, I just could not imagine myself doing a job that does not involve writing as the main task)

I will spend my free time during the day wandering around in the forest nearby, reading under a tree, or visiting my neighbours.

At night, I will be working on the fiction I have always dreamt of writing ever since I was a child.

I like the idea of having a pet, but since most animals frighten me, I will settle for a harmless goldfish.

Once in a while, I will go to the city, to visit my family and friends, to see for myself what the modern world will have evolved into, and to let the striking contrast between the two lifestyles remind me just how much I love living in the countryside.

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It often amuses me how vastly different this image of my future life is from what it used to be. Gone is the ambition of becoming the first female Prime Minister of Vietnam. Gone is the dream to be a successful businesswoman.

How I have gone from being a competitive, ambitious girl to longing for such a simple, tranquil life is rather incomprehensible to me.

I am fine with that, though.

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