My Future

I struggled. I fought.
I wanted to be a doctor. I see learning to be a doctor a great challenge to myself. But no one in my family supported this idea. They thought I was idealistic and would soon lose interest. And they tried to talk me out of it by describing poor working conditions and painful faces of patients. Frankly I didn't consider that much. I just wanted to get an M.D. and then throw myself into volunteering work, to help people who need help. How can that be difficult?
I gave up.
After all the work my father had done, I still couldn't be admitted by the university I desired. Then my dream collapsed. I would never be able to achieve that. I gave in to reality. I comfort myself that to be an actuary is also challenging and I could earn great money from this career. My whole family seemed happy and content, they even thought my failure to pursue medicine is destined. I was extremely desperate but I can only tell them to fuck off in my mind. What a coward I am!
I must
earn a lot of money. Then take some time off to pursue medicine. Then move to Ireland and build a seaside glass house. Nothing could stop me.