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mildly angsty somewhat funny (?) post from english class
...to (my) parents
When I am your age, I will be what you want me to be.
When I am your age, I will be the same as I am now. Jack of all trades, master of none, but better than a master of one. (Not that you agree.)
When I am your age, I will be an actor on the big screen. A published scientist with feuds and dozens of grants under my belt. A millionaire with a huge mansion and estates surrounded by empty miles. Or maybe not. I wouldn’t know.
When I am your age, I will be dead. Or possibly immortal. Maybe my long-chain free fatty-acid intake will be low or high enough to become superhuman.
When I am your age, I might be happy. I might be the main character of someone else’s story, but honestly, I’ll still be floating around in the Land of Stories.
I hope that
When I am your age, I will still be the same. Maybe you hope differently.