Me? I'd just want to make sure if I will still be who I am now.
Keeping things Simple
In front of me, she stood firm, our eyes locked, not noticing all the chaos around us. I asked her for a little chat at a tea shop just around the corner. Somehow, I sensed that she would be something interesting to write about. And disturbingly, I noticed some things that were similar between us, her hair, her face, and her smile. Even in the way we sat down, we were the same. Breaking my string of thought, she told me to make this quick because she still had to go somewhere. I opened my backpack, reaching for a pen and paper. With these in hand, my mind started to flood with thoughts. I bombarded her with all the questions I could think of that she even had to stop me from speaking. I apologized profusely and she then declared that she should just introduce herself instead of me asking all those questions one at a time. With one breath, she said "I am Stephanie Hugo, and at 25 I am a writer for the New York Times. Basically, I love writing and music. My hobbies are playing the piano and guitar, and reading A LOT of books. My favorite books are "The Five People you meet in Heaven" by Mitch Albom, and "By the river Piedra, I sat down and wept" by Paolo Coelho. I have a younger brother and sister who I will visit later after this interview. I love my siblings and my family more than anything else, and I want them to have a happy and successful life. I hate people who discriminate others and people who intentionally do bad things just for them to be noticed. I am currently engaged to a person I really love, but will decide to marry after I establish myself in the society. I want to make the world a better place for others to live in. And my motto in life is to keep things simple and, enjoy and love life as it is." She took a deep breath and said, "Any more questions?" When she finished, my head was spinning and my hands were trembling. Trying to pull myself together, I managed to shake my head. I wasn't sure if she understood my awkward gesture because I think I heard her say "Thank you...", though I couldn't make anything out of the rest of the sentence. She finally stormed off leaving the payment for the tea. Dazed, I went off as well.
It is July 15, 2008 and I just woke up from a not-so-bad dream. I dreamt about seeing myself, 10 years from now and actually interviewing myself face-to-face. I realized that that person in front of me was the person who I really wanted to be. I was thankful at the thought that probably, after 10 years, or maybe more, I'd still be who I am right now. I wouldn't change my beliefs, my attitude, myself. I will always remember that dream, that one dream, where I had a glimpse of my future.
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