Since I was a kid, there were a lot of things I wanted to become: accomplished, you know, dream jobs, a respected human, a pro in everything, etc. The thing is, you begin to grow up, start to live different experiences, good or bad, and they all help you become a better person. Years pass by and you finally realize... you are not what you dreamed of. You are the best you could be and can be through all these years, and I'm proud, but I woke up and I know, somehow, I'm still young. I have my two hands, a house, food on the table, and I still have time. I'm going to do what I wish. What did I wish for? Too many things; I don't know where to start...