Goals For 2021 Author : SUVAN PANICKER

 Goals For 2021

Author : SUVAN PANICKER

Hello everyone, today I will talk about my goals for 2021

My goal is that this year is to study hard and make my parents happy. My second goal is that I will start preparing for the SSB exam. My third goal is to spend more time reading books. My fourth goal is to spend less time playing online games and more time reading. My fifth goal is to spend more time with my friends and family. I also wish that we get the new Corona Vaccine out for the public as people are really are getting sick and infected by COVID-19. My goal is that when I give presents I will also put a note which says ‘Plant trees’ as it would really help spread the good word of planting trees. The world is full of environmental pollution. Garbage dumping is creating problems for land and marine life. My goal is to help educate people to reuse reduce and recycle to reduce pollution.
I goal is to help the unprivileged people by giving them food, clothes, and pocket money. My goal is to make my friends realize the same thing instead of wasting money for entertainment with the same money help the needy ones. I wish to help kids in my locality who live in an orphanage and the ones who go to to the nearby public school. On my birthday I wish to spend my birthday expenditure on those kids and wish to spend my time with them.

Thank you for reading my blog and I will see you next time.


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