I can’t say that i know myself very well. I guess I am always surprising myself. Not in a cheesy sort of way, but in the fact that I simply do not know how I want to do anything. I have always had a deep and burning curiosity, and with that a longing for adventure. I want to know so much, but sometimes I just don’t want to know anything. I want to try again as if I am just beginning to understand what happens around me, and just do everything differently for the sake of seeing how I turn out. I think too much before I sleep and can never remember my ideas. I wish I were free for a day. I want to be an animal. A non- Homo Sapien animal. I just want to know about what isn’t mine. I long for something new, and am easily bored. I’ve always wondered about the world, and everything around us. I have wanted to be a quantum physicist since fourth grade, but now I am more inclined to be a surgeon. I love the feeling of doing something with my own hands, and trying it for myself. I want to help people, and i want to help things that are out of my control. I want to be an environmental scientist to know the world I live in as I can see it with my bare eyes. I want to live in Yosemite so that I can reach out my fingertips and feel something real. I need that. The reassurance of something else. When I see everything so perfectly preserved as it should be feels real. It feels more real than anything else i have ever felt and it just feels so good. So pure. So true. And I guess I just like it. I want to feel as though I am not harming anything, as if I can be part of that reality, but honestly, I don’t know what I want. And I don’t have to.