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The Future



I think it's a normal thing to be anxious about the future, one always want to be better than what they already are. We all fear a life of regret but the future is made by actions of today. I think that there are some specific questions you need to ask yourself; A purpose is defined by so many things.

What makes you happy?

What do you want to be remembered for?

Do you want to be the solution to a particular problem in the world?

Or what do you want to impact or who?

And why?

Or do you just want to find a way of expression, do you want to show the world just who you are, and that they'll be lucky to have you in it.

I think you need to do a deep search within and ask yourself, who am I and what do I want to be known for that even my future self and ultimately God will be proud of. 

And once you know who you are and what you stand for then you begin working towards it.

It takes planning and dedication just like any thing else.🌼❤


I wrote this for a good friend a while back🤗❤ I hope you found it useful too❤

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I hope you enjoyed reading! Feel free to comment your thoughts below!🤗❤

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  1. SolvicJune 24, 2020 at 11:10 AM

    Yes yes......it takes planning and dedication indeed....great article you have there.
    Most people think of the future and we are mostly stricken by the thoughts of failure.

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  2. Taiwolilly🌼June 24, 2020 at 12:00 PM

    Thanks Fab❤. True indeed

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