I’ve been thinking on the future a lot lately, especially as my 8 year old has been mapping out his life.
This last week he has started designing the house or should I say mansion he will be living in when he is grown. He has picked out names for his first two children (a boy and a girl), figured out the timeline for when he will be married (3 to 4 years after he graduates from college) and planned out his career. He is going to invent toys and be an engineer. He has plans to design cars that fly using wings like airplanes and jet technology. He also wants to design buildings that float, though he will leave historical buildings such as the Space Needle alone. He also plans on having several appointments with the President in the White House to discuss upcoming projects he will be working on.
Wow.
When I was that age I thought I wanted to be a doctor. That’s it. No further plans, no further goals. Just a vague notion I wanted to help sick people.
Sometimes I think about all the inventions and discoveries yet to be made and I feel sad. Sad to think that I will miss out on so many wonderful things that will happen in the distant future. It is so exciting to think of the things that are yet to be. Like flying cars or floating buildings or colonies on other planets. I wonder what it will be like then and what kinds of people will live in that world.
It is at times like that that I think I could write science fiction. At least soft sci-fi.
Maybe one day I will. When my son has those two kids and is meeting with the President.
