My Future

By Elise Flagg, TIWP Student

I question a lot about this world. About my future. Where will I go to college? Will I even get in? What will major in? Will I be valedictorian? Will I speak at my high school graduation? What will my first real job be? Where will I live? When will I get married? Will I have kids? How many? Will I have a dog? Actually that’s not a question because I know I’ll have one. But my biggest question is. Will I even be able to see this future? Will the earth still be spinning by then? Will humanity even exist? I think that people do know about this problem. And have the same questions. Or at least Gen Z does—which is interesting because the majority of us can’t even vote. So why are we left out, when all the decisions that the government is making doesn’t even apply to them because most of them will be dead in less than ten years. Sorry that was probably a little too harsh, but you know it’s true.

According to the ticking Doomsday Clock in New York Times Square, we have seven years left. Seven. What can I do in seven years? Well, I guess by then I’ll be graduating college. College. I’ll have one year after I graduate to finish my life. One year. What am I supposed to do in that one year? Spend all my money traveling the world? Spend it with my family? Go out every night and never sleep again? What about my younger cousins? Right now they are 11 and 9. That means they will make it to 18 and 15. They won’t even make it past high school. They won’t get to experience college, or walk across the stage to get handed a diploma. They might not even get to explore the idea of what college they would even want to go to. All of this. Because the government is selfish, ignorant, idiotic, naive, uneducated, and oh shall I go on? They are making decisions for our lives. Their grandchildren and children. But they’ve lived their lives. They went to college. They’ve seen the world. They got married. They had kids. They bought their first house. They’ve found out that they were grandparents. They got a dog. They went to their kids soccer games, saw them walk across the stage remembering when they got to do the same thing. But they fail to remember that we want all those things, too.

I want to see the world. I want to get married. I want kids. Three of them. I want dogs. I want a good job that allows me to be able to travel with my family. I want to meet my soulmate. I want to walk across a stage in two years and get handed a diploma while my family cheers in the crowd, just to do it again four years later. I want to see my parents reactions when I tell them they are going to be grandparents. I want to work so hard that when I buy my first house with my money, I know I deserve it. I want all of these things and more. But my question is, will I even get the chance?

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