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In ten years' time, where do you see yourself?

I don't know.

I'd be twenty-four.

I have an oubstructed vision about what love should look like in a way. I used to think the first male that looked your way should be the one you marry. Then it moved from that to whoever treats you right. I still thought you should be married young. I don't care about that now. Sure, I have crushes on people, but I don't immediately jump to marriage anymore.

Kids. Lord, I've changed my mind about them so many times. The old movies Gammy and Papaw used to watch would show the women married young with four or so children. I used to have this weird belief that I would have to have kids whether I liked it or not. I might want them. I don't know. Maybe, maybe not.

I want to do something in history. I think it's important. The history book on the shelf is always repeating itself. Wars will happen again, just a little differently. Rights will be fought over again, just differently. I want to be able to teach people the importance of history. There are ways of going about things we can already see won't work just by reading. Say what you will about history. It's boring, annoying, it may put you to sleep, but regardless, it's probably the most important subject taught.

I think all I really want to be able to do in life is make a difference.

I have truths I believe completely.

One thing is for sure. I will not rush history.

I will not wish my days away waiting for tomorrow.

Everything has a time. It is all set in stone.

The only thing in the world we don't know is the history that is yet to happen.

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