As I look towards the blue waters, I see occasional white lines dancing upon its surface, dispersing only to re-emerge in a new location. As I grasp the Future, I see a collage of different paths, new ideas, and drastic turning points. The major difference between the two is based upon my mortality: I can only briefly change the ocean, for dipping my hands in it breaks the surface, but the surface regroups until my intrusion goes unnoticed. Dipping my hands into the Future, those paths, ideas, and turning points scream for my influence, for I am the Future.

Since I was a little kid I’ve dreamed of it, of what in held in store for me. I’ve read enough science-fiction books to fill whole rooms, but, more importantly, to fill my imagination. Flying cars, robots that think and look like humans, planets millions of light-years away bearing human colonies, medical breakthroughs that would forever change the way we live: utopias upon utopias for my wild mind.

My stepping board for that reality is my education. Not merely my academic education, but that of my mind, body and soul. Without these three skills sharply toned and ready for a challenge, my academic education would merely make me know it that I cannot change. With these skills, my academic education and my imagination fuse together into the equivalent of a paintbrush. With the Future as the backdrop and myself as the artist, I wield this mighty tool to alter the Future for the better.

I’ve dreamt of what the Future held in store for me even before I picked up my first book and began to absorb its ideas. As my life progresses, my mind matures, and my visions sharpen, I understand now that my thinking was incorrect. The Future holds nothing in store for me: its what I hold in store for the Future.