dreams

because dreams are all that we can hang on to:

I want to

(next 2 years)

• fit in
• get fit
• make it to OCS after BSLC
• run a marathon

(next 5 years)

• land a place in princeton or LSE or columbia or yale (and a scholarship)
  
• find new friends
  
• learn a new language (german?)
  
• own the complete oeuvre of the beatles
  
• get hung over. just not too often.
  
• see my dad there when i graduate
  

(next 10 years)

• (if i don't get a bond) land a job in London, New York, Chicago or a cool place like that, as an economist with a large financial institution, earning a gazillion bucks a month
  
• find someone to share my life with
  
• own an apartment here and in a swanky part of town somewhere else. like London. Buenos Aires. Vienna. New York. Geneva. Barcelona. with a walk-in bookcase and a soundproof music room with orgasm-inducing speakers and a cool piano
  
• take a train from here to London - i bet it's possible
  
• sit in a viennese coffee house for a whole day
  
• own a car that... owns.
  
• drive like a speed demon
  
• cook like a michelin chef
  
• tango like the devil
  
• go trout-tickling
  

(life)

• have a family with kids to be proud of
  
• travel the world
  
• change someone's life forever, for the better
  
• think up something no one's ever thought before
  
• write a symphony
  
• keep in touch with the best of my best friends
  
• die in peace
  

you're welcome to laugh, i guess. but we're all entitled to dream.