Passion.

I am incredibly jealous of those who know exactly what they want to do with their lives. They're the kind of people who have fled the womb knowing they want to be doctors, or clinical psychologists, or wet leisure assistants or, perhaps, owl breeders.

I get a little worried when I think about the future, and I know this applies to everyone, but honestly I have no idea what I'll be up to, say, ten years from now. I hope that I'll be successful, and, y'know, preferably rich- but ultimately I just hope I'm happy. I suppose when it comes down to it, as long as you are happy with what you're doing, then you can't wish for much more.

The people who do know what route they're taking in life, it's mainly because they're passionate about something. "Follow your passion", sounds cliché-  but I suppose it is true. I love watching people talk about something they're passionate about, even if I myself have no interest in the topic.

So yeah, go out, follow your passion, and breed some owls or something.