My life in 20 years
Though this period of twenty years is negligibly small on the evolutionary time scale, it is, when considered in terms of man’s span of life, a considerably long period. My friends frown upon my pessimistic attitude so I shall be optimistic when I think of what life has in store for me. Where will I be in 20 years? Well, if everything remains equal, I would be comfortably off and be pleasantly burdened with responsibilities. I shall have some material comforts and live a happy life. I will probably have a house of my own.
I wonder what kind of magnificent television sets we will have then. There will be a whole lot of channels to choose from. If the satellite system is perfected, we shall be able to view television programs from all over the world. I love music. I expect in 20 years, the degree of fidelity in electronic sound reproduction to be so high that I can actually listen to great, realistic concerts in my own room. At the rate we are miniaturizing electronic contraptions; I expect my entire sound system to be the size of a match box.
My telephone will have that gadget that will enable me to see the person I am talking to. I wonder if domestic lighting will be the same. I can safely predict that my kitchen will probably look like some high-class science laboratory. There will be numerous labour-saving devices that will ease our domestic burden. I feel so many changes will occur. I wonder what my car will look like. How will my personal life change? I feel my physical energy would be very much diminished and 1 would have retired from football.
I hope to be a veteran croquet player, playing doubles at least twice a week. I will most definitely not take to golf, even if I have the opportunity. I could be mentally restless and I would have developed a few hobbies and cactus-growing will be one of them. I would be inviting friends to play croquet with me on Sundays and we would he absorbed in the game, unaware of the world around. Not only will my leisure life change, but my working life as well. Now I find myself wildly ecstatic and enthusiastic about everything I do and I have made great plans for the future.
I have variously decided to become a pilot, a journalist, an officer, a teacher and a doctor. I wonder how many of my dreams will be realized. In twenty years, I shall be thirty six. At the age of thirty six, I would have chosen one occupation and stuck to it. At the moment, the prospect of a routine life terrifies me. However at thirty six, any other way of living would be difficult. Perhaps I would have finally decided to become a teacher. If I would emulate my teachers, especially Mrs Coulter, I should be dedicated and efficient, preparing my lessons thoroughly and teaching effectively.
I would be conscious of the teacher’s responsibility for the mental, physical and moral development of the pupils. I would be the croquet master of the school. If I were to be a successful teacher, I would eschew the idea of becoming a headmaster, and then I would have my very own croquet team. Who will comfort me when I return home from work I hear you ask. Well, In spite of all my protestations of remaining a bachelor, I have a feeling that I will be married and be having children by then. I would probably have not more than two or three children.
I shall probably have a couple of girls and a boy. I really am not in a position to say anything definite about the kind of woman I am going to marry. In an idealistic world I shall be married to a very quiet but intelligent woman who is very practical, efficient, understanding and realistic in her attitudes. The material comforts that I would enjoy will not make me lose my values. I will not be living in an artificial world of my own. My children would he my first responsibility and I would treasure the company of my friends and relatives.