On Goals In Life

So I recently took the future authoring program which was the second best thing that I decided to do this year, seriously couldn't recommend it more.

Now around the end of the section after you articulated and planned exactly what kind of life you wanted to have, you have to set these goals on how will you achieve it: Weakly, Monthly, and Yearly.

The further you moved in the abstraction phase, the vaguer and more general they got. I started to see a pattern.

So I decided to add one more section to it "Life". And I wrote I down the "10 Goals In My Life" The ones if I checked off I would say I lived a fulfilling life.

They came out quite quickly as if I already knew them. But I didn't until they came out of the pen.

And I didn't believe what my hand was writing.

Here are they:

1. Keep building and creating cool shit... [Modified]
2. Become a father.... one day... maybe
3. Find and keep the woman for my life
4. Keep taking leap of faiths.
5. Become a beacon of hope by striving to become the best possible version of myself for the people I love.
6. Stay connected to my family and roots.
7. Always keep trying, striving and fighting on my quest for the truth.
8. Have a home one day (one on the hills and one on the beaches) with a couple of kids running in the yard.
9. Feel every ounce of what life has to offer.
10. Approach life with a sense of humour.

I did not expect some of the things that I wrote. Not at all.

Some of them sound so cheesy and filmy that I'll probably blush if I say them out loud. (If you're reading this, and know me, don't ever dare to bring this up in a conversation, I'll probably deny that I even wrote them) I think maybe it was the song that I was listening to when I was writing it.

For some of them, I'm just straight on too damn young to be even thinking about some of the stuff that I wrote on here.

Some seem just too bold and unachievable.

Most are quite simple (which was what most surprised me). Like I would say more than half of them are like on every man's list. I mean I was genuinely surprised by how little you really need to live a "fulfilled life".

But all these things that came out of the pen are things that at the end of the day I would like to do indeed. To sit on my deathbed (oh gosh I already feel so old writing all this already) and say I lived.

Time to press publish and run away.

P.S. - If you read this don't you even dare bring this up in person. I'll probably turn into a tomato. I am already regretting making this public as I'm pressing the publish button.

Fin.