The Future Freaks Me Out

I was sitting today, reading my summer reading book, Great Expectations by Dickens. Which, surprisingly, I enjoy quite a bit. Anyway. Have you ever just sat and though about.... tomorrow? Not the literal tomorrow, not always. I mean the future farther than you can see. Where will you live? What will you be doing? Will you be happy? Sure, you can say what you WANT to be when you grow up. But, what if that doesn't work out? What if you lose your job or never even find one? Will I ever be content to just live in one place? The country is too open, the suburbs too boring, the city to chaotic for me to live in all the time. Maybe I'll travel all the time. But I cant do that. No money, no job, nothing. Maybe I'll open a bookshop. Maybe I'll have to be a teacher or... or a something else. The future scares the shit out of me. How can I plan for years and years ahead if I can't even get a solid idea of next week? How can anyone? My parents did it, didnt they? It is possible. But i wonder if they would be happier if they had done something else with their life. I wonder if they are happy. I wonder if I'll ever be...