“What do you want to do?”
What do I want to do?
Serious?
Me?

Well, I want to go to the top of a mountain and scream as loud as I can.
I want to travel to London, Paris, and Edinburgh.
I want to ride an elevator to the top of the Sears Tower.
I want to lie in the grass in Ireland and watch clouds pass.

I want to love someone dearly who loves me just as much.
I want to get married in a church and have my father give me away.
I want my brother to learn the greater things in life.
I want to overcome my smallest of imperfections.

I want to be closer to God.
I want to learn to play the piano.
I want to paint a picture and hang it in my house.
I want to know the joys and sorrows of parenthood.

I want to raise beautiful children.
I want to become a great thinker and philosopher.
I want to grow old and have a great life story to tell in the end.
I want to write a book.

I want to feel the mist from a waterfall.
I want to watch the sunset while sitting on the mountain.
I want to give flowers to someone and mean it.
I want to feel the warmth of a dog lying beside me.

I want to see a Broadway play.
I want to write a musical.
I want to perform.
I want to act.

I want to be there for my husband and family.
I want to care for my grandparents.
I want to have a better relationship with my mother.
I want stronger friendships.

I want to learn a foreign language.
I want to kiss my love in the pouring rain.
I want to overcome my fears.
I want to be so overjoyed I’m brought to tears.

I want to change someone’s life.
I want someone to love me.
I want to love someone.
I want to live.