Where do I see myself in 10 years?

Where will I be in yen years' time? Where do I see myself?
Well, I'm sorry, but I just do not know.
I could be in my 5th year of studying medicine.
I could be working in a low position in the New Zealand consulate.
I might be in France, sitting outside a run down café, considering my career as a struggling writer.
Maybe there is going to be a time-warp, and I'll still be sitting here in English, waitingfor my creative writing grade. I could be anywhere.
Do you really expect me to know what I want to be when I grow up? I'll tell you one thing for certain, I'll want to be young again.
One day I'll have a career, one day I will be dedicating my life to something. How can I know what that is yet? I'm only fourteen years old, people!
Do I want to think about aging, growing old?
No, right now, I don't want to think about the future. All it achieves is more questions that I can't answer. Answers I can't find in any text book or through any amount of research.

Will I be involved in the UN? Wanting so badly to make a difference but only ever talking. Just talking and talking, producing treaties with no binding power on every problem in the world.
Will I be a lawyer, a reporter, a politician?
What do I want? Do I even want anything?
I suppose I have always dreamed of being a household name, not necessarily famous, just renowned in my profession. I want to enjoy my job and not think of it as work. I want to be making some sort of positive difference. I want travel. I want a wage with which I can live comfortably. I want to publish a book. I want people to study me in school, or study my texts and speeches, to use quotes of mine. I guess I just want it all. But that's one thing nobody can have, and I know that sooner or later I am going to have to make some decisions. Eventually I will start to explore options, but for now, I plan on enjoying being a kid.

I can't fight time, I can't stop it, and time waits for no man. The future scares me more than you can imagine. As they say, fear is the unknown. What if I never amount to anything? All that dreaming, all that ambition; wasted.
Now I would just like to fleetingly mention talent. If I had something I was blatantly good at, I would have a clear cut path to the future. Some sort of sign to follow. But I don't have any talents. I'm okay at school, though I haven't got a high IQ and I'm not gifted. I can sort if write stories, but I'm hopeless when compared to anyone else. I am in limbo; mediocre at everything.

So, where do I see myself in ten years time?
There is no way for me to see, and the fog that blocks my vision will only be dispelled over time. As I learn, about the world and about myself, and grow, in wisdom and as a person. As I just grow up.
I'll be somewhere in ten years' time, when I'm 24. I just don't know yet, so I'll get back to you.