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One day, I’ll be successful, you see. I’ll travel the globe and throw my cares away and leave the world to care for the menial and meaningless. I’ll not be bound, not by the hopes and expectations of others, not by the stigma of society, not by the pain and confusion in my head. There will be no pressure to be the best, because it’ll just be me, and there will be little else to care for, except what I truly want to care for. And all this silly competition now will only propel me higher, push me forward. My priorities will fall in place, and that which is truly important will finally be able to take centre place in my life, instead of irrelevant structure and formalities. Who cares, anyway?

And when people ask me what I have made of my life thus far, in the future, I will say that it is good, and has always been. Because even though what I strive for today is so much less important than many other things in life, I will make the best of it, and when the time comes when my life is entirely up to me, I will know what I am to do.

One day, when I look back, I hope to be able to smile, not only because it has been good, but because it will continue to be good.