When we were five, they asked us what we wanted when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronaut, president, or in my case, superman. When we were twelve, they asked us again and we answered something like singer, doctor, or in my case, chef (yes I really wanna be a chef when i was 12). But now that we’ve grown up, they want a serious answer. Well, how about this: "Who the hell knows?!" This isn’t the time to make hard and fast decisions, it’s the time to make mistakes. Take the wrong train and get stuck somewhere chill. Everybody needs to experience the mistakes so they can make the right choice. And sometimes, we need to fall in love – a lot. Major in philosophy because there’s no way to make a career out of that. Change your mind. Then change it again, because nothing is permanent. So make as many mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask again what we want to be, we won’t have to guess. We’ll know.