One day I hope to..
wake up in the morning before the sun blinds my room..
and smile… just because..
have a huge library overlooking the valley with tall glass windows and a sinky, soft couch..
adopt a little girl and be her family..
finally fly to Venice and take that ride in the gondola into the sunset… no matter if I have someone to go with
..and hear the gondolier sing hauntingly in his baritone voice filling the balmy evening air..
learn to fly ..
bake a cake without the fire alarm soundtrack..
regain my sense of wonder at the world and lose the cynicism that age brings..
get rid of the feeling that anywhere else is better than here..
find the magic..
live in the Himalayas for a year ..
find someone to love and pamper..
start playing the violin again..
actually do some work during the work day.