I never relate to it when people say "Ah, I miss my childhood."
In fact, I want to get ahead sooner, and see if I really could be all that I've dreamt to be.
Twenty two years gone by, and nothing is in motion yet. All the big dreams, all the wild desires; I know I'm on the way, but this just isn't going fast enough for me.
I know I shouldn't raise my hopes, but what's the fun if you don't expect and wait eagerly for it?
I lead such a regular life right now, doing nothing for anyone but myself, day in and day out. I want something bigger; I want journalists calling me and asking for my interview. I want people in awe of how radical I can be. I want to do things that make a difference to the greater good, and I don't want to waste my life on anything less than that. I don't want to a single moment not doing something that I'll cherish.
The worst thing I can imagine happening is changing my mind. I'm always being told that I will settle for less, that I'll have to; that everyone does.
But I'm going to fight those voices with all my might, as long as I can, because why should I set lower goals for myself than the absolute extreme?