When i start thinking about what i want, the world grows for me; but I have to force my vision to widen for the possibilities, like the dilation of pupils to encompass more light.

If I was truly given free rein, I suppose I would satisfy every whim and desire that comes to mind, generally barred in by the constricts of reality. I want to go parasailing and take a ride in a helicopter. I want to go scuba diving in the Mariana Trench. I want(want, want, want; I'm such a hedonist...), I want to ride horses, and buy beautiful clothes, and explore the underground of the Vatican...

I could go on, and on, and on, but now I am out of time, and have to toil away for just enough money to survive so I break my back for an indifferent world again tomorrow, so I will cut my list short and adjust my blinders to default once again into life in narrow tunnel mode.