I can’t predict the future

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Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Daily Prompt

The way things are going now, I can’t predict the future. I don’t know what will happen this year, so I can’t know what I’ll do in 10 years. I won’t move a muscle until I figure out what I want to do right now. I can wish for things, but they are not future plans. I’ll be 56 in 10 years (I will turn 46 on June 2). Hopefully, I will have a job. At 56, it’s not easy to get hired. I wouldn’t want to be unemployed at that age. Maybe in 10 years, there won’t be age discrimination. A lot can happen in 10 years. You never know when you will die. I can get some deadly disease or get into an accident. My dad probably won’t be around in 10 years. He turned 79 this year. Unless he’s blessed with a long life like his half-sister. She’s 91 years old. My dad doesn’t exactly live a healthy life. Even if a person does live healthily, they can still pass on at any age. I could imagine what I could be in 10 years if I was younger. Now I can only wish.

I know I won’t have anybody in my life. There will only be people that will only be there for a moment, and then I will meet new ones. It sounds sad, but I have nobody now, either. Some people are better off alone. I like being on my own. I like meeting new people and all that, but I need my privacy. Now and in 10 years. Or who knows. I can’t predict the future.

I want to feel I have achieved something. I don’t want big things to happen, though. I live day by day. I don’t want to think about the future. I hope I can do what I feel. I can’t be forced to do something I’m not comfortable with. Other people can see what they want to see. I know myself, and I don’t change because someone doesn’t like the way I am. You shouldn’t live the way other people want you to live. It’s your life, and you can do what you want as long as it’s legal. Society must learn that we can’t all be the same and live the same way. I hope in 10 years, differences will be more accepted.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Golden Years

This Weekly Writing Challenge really is a challenge. I don’t want to reveal too much about myself. I’m still sticking to the “no personal stuff” policy on this blog. So I won’t get into much detail.

Age is a thing I’ve never had any problems with. But it’s the society that seems to have. People expect you to have a family at the age of 30 and a decent job. If you don’t, there must be something wrong with you. I’ve never had a real job (only part-time ones with no real pay), no real relationship nor bought a flat. But it still doesn’t make me a sad person. Sometimes it feels like I’m the only person on earth that doesn’t have enough of experience with anything. It feels like I’m still a teen even if I haven’t been that in years. I’m still young and have a lot of time ahead of me but somehow the society doesn’t see it that way. With society I mean, work places and such.
I still don’t think I have missed anything. I never needed to rebel. I hated parties and people drinking too much. I always thought I was more mature than other people at my age. I don’t envy those with relationship problems or people with kids. I would rather choose freedom than responsibility. That way I’m still a kid at heart.

I never knew what I wanted to be, career wise. Everything seemed to be boring. It took years and years. I’ve tried a lot of things and studied different things but still I have no career. My life seems so boring. What really upsets me it that, when I finally know what I want to do, the society punch me in the face. There is no job and if there is, you need a driver’s license. Or you have to be a student. Of course young people always seems to get internships or part-time jobs. Someone with no job experienced. When I was at that age, I didn’t get that much help. Now there’s all kinds of youth programs that gives young people opportunities to get job experiences. Where were those then?!

If I could turn back time, I would do things differently. But since I can’t, I just have to accept the way things are. All you can do is look forward. In my case, to tomorrow. I wouldn’t want to live forever. There’s enough to tolerate at the present anyway.