i remember myself at a young age, pulling my mom left and right, pointing at random stuff and wondering about this big world. curiosity filled my mind to its limited capacity and dreams kept me busy searching for an answer to the now dreadful question: “what do you want to do when you grow up?” every week i would have a different answer and ambition was my drive. i wanted to do everything much like i want to now. however, as you grow old, the years pass by, and you gain jaded wisdom and such dreams become less and less apparent and realizable. consequences gained more and more importance and thus began the fading of these dreams. years later, you can find me sitting at the window silk of a coffee shop with a friend of mine, eating a chocolate chip cookie and talking carelessly about the election. “yes, i can!” said the new american president, inspiring millions to do what they set their minds to. i gazed outside at the gray skies, feeling a new era was about to start but still uninspired to follow my dreams. then my friend said she made a list today of the things she’d like to do before she dies. she got the idea from a guy she met. he was around thirty-five years old and had made one at my age. he told her he’s been crossing off things ever since he wrote it. as an accomplished happy man, he was now learning to be a hairdresser, another point on his list. some people would find what he’s doing stupid...but i knew i found my calling, a starting point. how could i be inspired to do something if i had not idea what i wanted to do? i felt silly and followed my calling. i started a list and hopefully keep true to it. NO! i WILL keep true to it.