Me at ten:

I want to live in a cool hidden oasis of green space in the middle of a city and just vibe there with cute girls and people who need to heal, or be a mysterious crone in a cool house deep in the woods that hikers sometimes find when they get lost and tell their friends about and nobody believes them

Me at twenty:

I want to heal all the broken things in the world, and make a beautiful magical place that inspires wonder in everyone every day, where every object is special and beautiful, every person is loved, and nothing/noone is just thrown away. We could all get along-if we tried, if we listened.

Me at thirty:

The destructive urge is also a creative urge (or was it the other way around?), and I’m aiming to be a muse.