I am 21. I am still a dreamer and an idealist. Not because I refuse the hardships of day-to-day life but in spite of them. Because I need to feel that what I do, what I go through with in life has some purpose. Sure, it’s all selfish and self-gratifying in the end, just as it was with scientists, artists and revolutionaries of the past. It’s just the goals are different. And, you know, I believe I can be part of a change.