Twenty-five. The prime age of life. I often wonder what would life be like for me at that age. Just like the song "Que Sera Sera", I would often ask my mother: Will I be pretty? Will I be rich? I am actually still quite unclear of what exactly it is that I want to do. There are just too many possibilities; too many paths to choose from. It's all quite overwhelming.
At the age of twenty-five, I see myself graduated from university, probably with a major in commerce. I would be an owner of a little café in downtown Vancouver called Mago, meaning magic. Ever since I was a little girl, I have had an enormous interest in cooking, especially making desserts. Something I especially enjoy making is tiramisu, and it would probably be the feature food at Mago. I would also utilize the skills that I have gained working at Starbucks, as well as the business skills I would’ve acquired in university, incorporating them into my own company.
Another possibility would be going into forensics. I love solving mysteries and finding out the truth behind everything. CSI is also my favourite show on TV because the criminals, no matter how cunning, are always caught. There is so much crime in this world, and if I were to become a crime scene investigator, I would be able to do something about the unlawful the punishment they deserve. I would be able to bring the families of the victims closure.
At the age of twenty-five, I’d hope to have achieved a lot in life, not only with my career, but I would also hope to have already been, or close to being married. I’ve always wanted to live in a small, cozy house, with two dogs, one Yorkshire terrier and one golden retriever, as well as my husband, or fiancée. I don’t ask for much in life, just the bare necessities, with enough for the occasional splurge here and there. I hope to become successful in whatever career I choose, and be able to make a living out of it. At twenty-five, I’d be happy, and successful.
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