My Future Plans (an essay I wrote in school and still read for inspiration)

By this title, I am guessing most of you are thinking what you will be doing next weekend or even tomorrow. You would be expecting me to write that I’m going to get ‘locked’ with my friends, but no! I hope to remember what I did the next day or even in a few years time…I want to be able to say when I’m old, that I lived my life to the fullest.

Firstly, this summer, I don’t want to waste it like I did every other summer. I don’t want to sleep all day. I want to live, I want to visit museums, go to the cinema, do things I’ve never done before just for the sake of doing it. I want to visit fungi the dolphin. I want to make friends with a random stranger, I want to chat up a granny and ask her to dance with me, who knows I may even get a kiss. I want to climb a mountain. I want to live. And when I die I want to see what a life I have lived. I want to live, but not only to live, I want to love. I want to have fun with a maiden, meet her parents. I want to get in trouble with her dad for kissing her in public. I want to live, I want to love and I want to be happy.

Then when summer ends, I want to go to college. I hope to go to college in Scotland. Scotland?? Why Scotland?? New fun, new faces, new things to do, I want to explore our world. On a whim, I will get on a plane, not knowing where I’m going or for how long and see what happens. See new places, try new foods, and get thrown in jail in a few new countries.

When I do finally settle down, I don’t want to have to work some dead end job in a cubicle, not getting to see anybody…I want to be out there talking to the people, laughing with the people, being one of those people.

I don’t want to just be making up the numbers, I want to be number one, I want to lead from the front, I want to save a life or two, I want to make a difference. I am sure most of you think I’m a bit fanatical but I could not bear doing the same thing day-in day-out, just filing numbers into a computer, I would prefer to saw off my left arm than work for the ‘man’ as so many hippies have talked about. My reasons are different however. I don’t care if a multi-million dollar corporation makes a bit more profit or not. It’s just that people who work for the ‘man’ tend to be as stimulating as a plank of wood. I want to jump from planes for a living. I want to do something interesting and exhilarating. I want to save a woman from a burning building. If I find a woman I like, who likes me, I don’t want to have to slow down. If she could keep up with me, great, and if she pushed me further, then even better.

I don’t want to die young but I don’t want to die old after having ‘lived’ a boring life.

When I die and my life flashes before my eyes, I want to be happy with what I did with myself

I want to live…