There comes a time in everyone’s life where you evaluate everything that has happened to you prior to your deep contemplation. This ultimately leads you to assess what you plan on doing with your life. This then leads to one of two things: you either realise that your life has no plans and you begin to spiral down into a deep and dark state of panic where you sit down in the corner, curl yourself up into a ball, and begin to rock back and forwards with your thumb in your mouth.
Of course, the other more cheery outcome is that you know precisely what you want to do with your life, and you carry on with whatever mundane task you were performing before you became enveloped by the thoughts your evil mind conjures up.
Unfortunately, I am the former of the two outcomes, though not quite so dramatic. I have no idea what I want my future to hold for me. So it is for this reason, I have come up with two life plans: one which could plausibly be realistic, and the other which is a wild fantasy that is unlikely to ever happen. So, let us begin.
The Wild Plan
I miraculously become a famous, world-renowned writer/author, who becomes excessively rich. I would move to New Zealand, meet some model-worthy woman (who would have to be just as obsessed with Lord of the Rings as I am) and we would settle down together in a modest (maybe not so modest) house somewhere in New Zealand. After we have settled in, we adopt two pugs: one called Waffles, the other called Syrup. As for children, I have utterly no idea, as I haven’t really thought about it…
I think that roughly sums up my dream. Now onwards we go to mundane realism.
The Realistic Plan
I finish my A-levels, do averagely, and fly out to New Zealand for 6 months to work abroad (luckily for me, I actually am doing this next year). There, I will maintain a steady income, enjoy the work I do and make plenty of friends. After my 6 months of work, I would return home and get a job to tick over the rest of the year (which I hope would be quite easy to acquire after working abroad). At the end of year, I would choose between University (though I do not know what I would study) or moving away. If I chose to move away, I would go live in New Zealand again, possibly visiting one of the many friends I’d have made whilst working. I would settle down in a modest house (this time it actually would be modest) and live my life, interspersing it with work. Eventually, I would adopt two pugs: one called Waffles, the other called Syrup. With that, I end my plan. I do not know what would follow after this but I’m sure I would be relatively content with that life if I had it.
What about you guys? Any wild plans you have for your life, or do you intend on remaining sensible, and therefore sane? Let me know in a comment. 🙂