A stranger once asked me, "How do you see yourself in 10 years?"
"I don't really know." I answered.
"Then, why are you here?"
A small smile creep into my lips and I look outside the window. My mind wandered for a second before looking back into the eyes of the stranger. "Trying to figure out who I'm going to be in 10 years."
The stranger smiled.
"Very well, then."