I would write fantasy books for young persons that include lessons and solutions for modern day problems that we encounter not only as youth but as youth growing up in different environments, some more accepting and carefree than others. Autobiographies that I want to write will be about surviving in the lower middle class with my little brother, my single, disabled mom and the unavoidable, unforgotten family drama. I would travel the globe, reading and writing books on planes and trains as the world passed by outside my begrimed window. I wish to freeze beautiful visions that I never thought I would be privileged to encounter with my digital lens and engrain it in my memory to flash before my eyes (hopefully) years from now as I take my final breath. I would bring loved ones with me because beautiful creations are best seen when seen with someone you care about.
Not only will I be a writer, but in addition, I will be a doctor. I want to volunteer at hospitals around the world, supplying medical aid to those who are not as privileged. I want to be able to fund education, hospitals, and homes for those who seemingly have been forgotten. As of this moment, I will work to pay for school, study hard, and try not to lose my mind in the midst of time, other people, and past memories and mistakes. This is my first rocky obstacle on my path to becoming who I will be.