Changing the World

…and it’s a thought that has come to my mind more than once; I want to change the world. I want to be able to smile at people I bump into on the streets, tap a girl’s shoulder and compliment her shoes if I like them. I want to buy a friend a drink, laugh with another and share my secrets. I want to comform people who have been hurt by others, patch broken hearts, wipe of tears and listen to other people’s troubles, even if my own eats away at me. I want to share my life with someone special, spending time together regardless how long or short, special moments that will change everything without changing anything. I want to promise the weary that tomorrow will be better. I want to assure the doubtful that the answers are somewhere down the road. I want to be myself, grow more and more into myself and wet my appetite for discouvering myself. But most of all I want to wish away all doom and gloom, root out evil and those who thrive doing it. I want to ignore pain others cause me and look past murmers behind my back. I want to see the things that matter, be ignorant to those that doesn’t. And I want to wake up tomorrow morning believing that good things do happen, that people do fall in love, that the rainbow does have a pot of gold, that dreams do come true and that friendships last forever. I really want to change the world.