Middle aged, on the field.
I was in Family and Consumer Science (boring) so my eyes just sort of wandered off out the window. And I saw this man.
And I already love him, if he was doing what I thought.
He was just walking around the field. Alone.
I hope he was there to think. Not to do something he was forced, but to just be there because he needed a place to think.
The entire time I was watching him, I just knew that'd be me... so many years from now.
Walking around.
Thinking.
Clearing my head.
That man has inspired me.
If only he knew.
Then, during advisory today, my teacher gave us all a paper and we were to write down where we see ourselves once we graduate.
What we want to do in the future.
We could share, but I didn't. But I listened to what other people had to say.
Some wanted to be doctors.
The preppies wanted to become doctors.
I kept my thoughts to myself, but I have a feeling it won't happen. The way they're acting now, I can't see them changing. Maturing. Becoming something that major.
But it's their goals, so I'm not going to assume anything.
There's something about thinking about the future that gives me goosebumps every time.
I'm still wondering why.
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