Another one of these dreaded ‘future me’ questions. My irrational somewhat hatred for the future is unexplainable and is completely irrational yet it still exists. I’d rather adopt a pragmatic approach to life rather than ‘bog myself down’ in a rigid life plan I devised aged 10.
Perhaps this is why I always feel so resistant to answer these types of questions – they impose some sort of rigidity in my life, something that I will ultimately measure my life up to. Do I want that? Not particularly. I don’t think anyone would want to live their life in constant fear of not reaching their fixed, rigid goals. Would I wish I had done just that aged 80? Who knows? I could be pessimistic and say I might not even reach age 80. At least then I would be saving myself the potential constant feelings of regret whenever I reminisce about my former younger stubborn self because you know, I’ll cease to exist.
I suppose if I had to choose something, despite how cliché it is, my education is the thing that matters to me the most right now [comes with being a student I guess]. I was quick to think that once I hit 80 [or even before that, maybe when I ‘stop’ being a student] this priority will cease to exist. However I don’t actually think that’s true; with age comes wisdom of course, but not ultimate wisdom surely? My grandparents are still learning things now, developing in their old age. I’ve never seen my grandma so proud of herself when she finally managed to learn how to use her phone efficiently and un-aided. Being able to ‘keep up’ with the world will always be one of my priorities I think, I always want to know everything – I hope age won’t halt this desire.