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10 Years from now....


There are multiple times when I am asked what and where will I be 10 years from now?
 And, most of my answers are either 'a very successful person', or most of the time it will be 'a very rich woman', with  a room full of  books. Of course like a 'big library kind' I had say.
Being a dreamer, at leisure I keep wondering where I really would be? will I achieve the things which I am wishing for? will I have the dream house (with the library of course) or will I even reach that 10 years from now ? I mean, no one knows where or what our future holds, yet every single one of us stays with the hope of seeing tomorrow and we make numerous plans, deciding where we will set our final den.
For some that 10 years from now never happened, either they lost track of doing what they wanted or they could never make it that far, while for some it is the moment they are enjoying now which they once wished long time ago.
This thought took me into a deep pondering mode and I wondered whether I will make it or not? or will I stop halfway? with much anticipation and full hope we are striving to go ahead fully unknown what lifes holds, and despite all the small negative feelings I get, I try to rub them off  my shoulder and tell myself, no matter where you end up maybe you will be more happy to look back  to see where you were once, which means even if I don't get what I wanted, maybe I will get what I deserve.

Were those people who are now at their happy places asked the same question? Maybe. Probably.
We may all not make it, but isn't it a pleasant feeling to think that you had a dream, somewhere down  the line it just disappeared and you got to the place where you belong. And, maybe that's what giving us the hope to live and live, why not have a dream to keep you moving in life? right?
We have one or more things to achieve and conquer, however if  we don't get through it, we might feel disappointed, but if it happens we can keep in mind that the journey we took are the life challenges and adventures we faced, that feelings might soothe us, if not relieve.

So, on that note I have come to the point that, from now on if people ask me where I see myself 10 years from now? I  won't mind telling them 'whatever the future holds I will be okay to be where I would be', not saying I will stop dreaming and working but I will be happy to be at that zone where I will cherish the fact that I once had a bigger dream with a bigger hope... and if I make it, well and good. If not, it was meant to be that way... Anyways, at the end... we are going to be where we belong. Ain't it?


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