What I want to be.

What do I want to be when I get older? 

It’s only a matter of time before I’m an adult and on my own. 

But what profession will I have? 

How will I do on my own? 

Will it all be okay? 

I ask myself these questions daily and they make me worry. 

But I realize I have a long time left until I’m an adult. 

And I’m glad, even though time may pass by fast, or slow down just enough to enjoy even the slightest bit.

Maybe I don’t need everything planned out. 

Maybe it’ll all be okay.