It's unbelievable how each year, since the beginning of high school, my perfectly laid plans for myself have unavoidably deteriorated. When I entered my freshman year, I had aspirations of being a doctor (something I had wanted to be since I was a child); I was even taking Latin to help with the medical jargon. Now, here I am my senior year in high school without any idea of what I want to do. Now seems to be the time to start taking life seriously and making responsible,
This includes graduating from high school and college, finding that special someone, and finding that perfect job. I have begun to realize that I have yet to begin my life; everything up until now has been practice, as if I have been in a cage and it is only now that I am beginning to break free and do things for myself. I want to be satisfied with my decisions, to be able to accept and forgive, and most of all to be able to live up to the expectations I have for myself. I will only accomplish my goal in being happy when I am able to live my life for myself and still able to provide love and support to others. My plans for the future is having a great job with a loving family who's willing to support me in my good and bad times. Now I come to a crossroad in my life where I choose what to do with my future, choose what will make me happy. I must work really hard to give my kids a better future so it will be easier for them to concentrate more in school, because without education there's really no future for anyone. But now I realize that there are so many other steps I need to take in order to achieve these so-called goals.