If I could make a living doing what I love most – I’d write. It’s a simple way of communication that allows your thoughts and ideas to be shared with the world. I’d become an aspired author by writing anything from children’s books to dramas and the plain out weird. The experience for me to do this is already there. At the age of twelve, I began writing my first journal and now at eighteen I can truly see how well evolved my stories have become. I believe that I’d change the world by establishing ideas of creativity in the mind’s of children. I wouldn’t stop there, however. My stories would race on as I form brooding thoughts in the minds of adults in the same way of a thought provoking and sad symphony. To set this dream into reality, I’d begin looking through my previous works and deciding which were my favorites. I’d then expand onto these stories and turn them into books. I realize that the life of a writer can be lonely and extremely stressful but these are just a few of the traits that I’d accept. I know that when completed, reviewed, and approved, the books that I write will be flowing into the world – adding new colors, fresh smells, and wonderful new ideas and theories. This would have an impact on people from around the world – imagining where my works could end up give me the drive to make this dream into a reality.