Dear Self,

Our aspirations are forever guiding us throughout our lives. Every seemingly minute detail about the choices we make are actually being governed by one incentive that has manifested itself into a dream. And while some of these dreams might lead into the dark, others will follow the light and develop into a truly wonderful accomplishment. It is often difficult to obtain the path that will lead to success, and most must first encounter many dark corners before moving on to their true path of passion, but the future is worth the wait. Many become discouraged after a failed attempt at a future goal, but we must keep moving, and growing, and living in order to find ourselves and what we were meant to do in this world. And you must ask yourself how many wrong paths you are willing to travel before you reach your ultimate destination. You might be wondering, but how many paths are there for me to choose from? And the answer is simple: as many as you're willing to take. 

Over the past 21 years, I have been able to successfully narrow my future goals down from infinitely many to about three or four. I have discovered there are things in this world that I was simply not meant to do. For example, any career that is related to the practice of mathematics on a daily basis is not allowed into my life. But in light of finding my various Achilles' heels, I have also found my passions. 

I love to sing. I love to laugh. I love to write. I have been fascinated by people and everything they do, with or without reason, since I could put a coherent thought together. I used to just observe their interactions for hours- at the mall, a restaurant, the airport, and even my own home. This interest in the human race and their actions soon developed into an interest in writing sitcoms or scripts. Why should I watch when I could write? My future goal is to become a writer.

Do not be mislead when I say the word "writer." I do not have enough patience to become an author and write countless novels. I do not have the mindset of a poet. I am too opinionated to write anything for a newspaper. But I am the perfect people person. I want to write hysterical episodes detailing the lives of strange people. I want to adapt books that have already captured my heart into movies that could potentially win an Oscar. I want to publish one of my journals and finally let my family know how ridiculous some of their antics can be. Mostly, though, I want my voice heard among the white noise of the corporate world.