Future

Sun, 02/09/2014 - 01:38 -- Taylorf

When I was younger I always thought,

Thought of school, family, friends, and my future.

By the time I was 10 I had already changed what my dream job was 8 different times,

all of them were never a reality.

Now, in my senior year of high school I've realized what my dream job is.

It requires long nights of studying in my dorm room while attending college,

It requires my mind to spin around contantly,

It requires constant rejection,

but most importantly, it requires me.. 

furthering my education in my major, 

fighting for the dream position in my field,

trying my hardest to get there no matter what struggles come my way.

The advertising business seems cut throat.....it's worth it

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