When I was young

When I was young I had many dreams, but one of my dreams was about perfection, imagination, and realization. And because it was my dream, I knew it would inevitably come true. And every manifestation would be exactly as it should be. Every detail part of the plan. Every grain of sand, chiseled long in advance. Nothing would be left to chance, not one second could ever go astray, and not one chuckle, laugh, or tear hadn't been thought of before

So when I realize the degree of attention that was given, and I weigh that each blade of grass was considered, there's only one possible explanation for the image that has become my own.

Today, I am exactly who I most wanted to be. What is your dream?