Many times over, when you were young, you’d probably been told how being young means you still don’t know a thing about life. These people, with knowing looks on their faces, will tell you, over and over again how clueless you are about it, that it isn’t as easy as what you think it is, that indeed, you’re still young, how you’ve got plenty of time to figure it out. And sometimes you’d get mad at them, why are they treating you like a child? Don’t they always tell you this? That it’s okay, you’re still young just charge it to experience. That it’s okay, that is just a part of growing up.That there’s so much you have to know. That someday will come and you’ll know what to do. You’ll be what you wanted to be. You’ll do what you wanted to do and you’ll be who you wanted to be. Remember how older people would ask a kid what do they want to be when they grow up heck even your English teacher asked, obliged you to write an essay about that. And if my hunch was right, you probably hated every second writing it. But you still did it, you write about it, you told them about it no matter how silly, stupid, how impossible it could be. You told them you wanted to be a rocket scientist that day, then a veterinarian the next day. An interior designer the next month, a doctor the next year. Or to be a writer someday, though you sucked at writing, still you want to be. Write a book someday. Of what? To hell with it, it's just a dream right? So you dreamt of being like them, the ones...