i would like to:

go sailing, plant tulips, write philosophy, make tiny things with clay, hug someone everyday, wear yellow shoes, rummage through my fathers travel photos, sew a dress, move to the pacific northwest, save the homeless, ride a real train, learn the mandolin, study optics, pray more wholeheartedly, eliminate this worlds meaningless rules, brighten a child's life, become organized, re-addict myself to exercising, carry a suitcase in the middle of the park for no reason, invent an automatic fish feeder, create more abstract photography, see a new color, hold a baby seal, take a walk in barcelona, paint soul paths, interview my father before he passes, volunteer at the nursing home, acquire a job that lets me love more, collect more vegetarian recipes, save someone who is drowning a few more times, creatively show people the meaning of recycling, snuggle with victor a lot, drink more tea, create a piece of furniture, design unique lighting fixtures, feel more open about writing, cut my own hair, kick religious people that scream when they talk, fly, walk on water, never smell another cigarette, go deep sea fishing again, become a therapist of some sorts, laugh at passing el caminos in mexico, carry even more friends to personal recovery, consider the unsolved aspects of physics, keep a dream journal, host a fabulous dinner party, tutor chemistry once more, find a way to spend more time in the library like i used to, take up the offer to photograph for missions in england for a small amount of time, turn my living room into a studio, eat lots of tomatoes and bananas, sleep straighter, set deadlines despite my natural resistance not to, get my sisters baklava recipe, write a poem about each of my seven brothers, continue to learn more russian then french, follow the meadows of a vineyard to the sunset, dance on tables, tell people the world is rationally tinier a grain of sand, and live one day at a time.