After I die, I’d like to walk around streets of gold, fly around on a pair of pretty white wings and sing some gospel music. But I’m not dead yet. And there are a few things I’d like to accomplish before I kick the bucket.
The least impressive and intimidating thing I’d like to do before I die, is swim in an ocean again. Not a lake, not a city pool, but an ocean. I love the enormity and depth that you can feel around you.
I’m a writer, but I never follow through with any of my projects. I’d like to finish a book before I reach the end of my life. It doesn’t even have to be published. I just want to feel the closure of an idea followed through to the end.
I want to be able to say when I’m on my deathbed that I spent my life working in a field that made me happy. So I want to embark on a career that I love, preferably something centered around literature.
I yearn to fall in love. I know I’m a young woman with stars in my eyes and dreams in my heart, but I’ve always believed that there is something so beautiful about being able to find joy and peace in someone else. So much so that you would willingly spend the rest of your life with them.
I want to have a child, preferably a son. I want to be able to say that I was responsible for the care and development of a life, and I want to experience the unconditional love that only parents can understand.
These goals of mine are simple, but achieving them would make me incredibly happy.
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