To drive around the country looking for ourselves.
To be guided by our inner GPS, especially when it says, “recalculating.”
To be our own boss and sleep with ourselves until we get to the top.
To stop spending moments like pesos. Unless we’re in Mexico. In which case, we’ll have other problems.
To destroy the “false being within,” minus the part where we hitchhike to Alaska and starve to death.
To stop trying so hard to know the unknown.
To know the unknown.
To unknow the known.
To decide what we want to be, before we decide if we can be it.
To build our own socio-economic ladder using Willy Wonka’s magic glass elevator.
To experience Perez Hilton withdrawal with great joy.
To be genius.
To stop paving paradise and putting up parking lots, unless we own the parking lots, thereby affording us passive income, which will eventually enable us to buy our way back into paradise, albeit, a partially paved paradise.
To have more missions and less statements. Unless the statement is about more missions.