why is it that as we get bigger (older) our dreams get smaller.  Why can't I still want to be a princess and live in a castle?  We want to be rich, atronauts, presidents, surgeons....etc.  at first. Then we just want to have a lot of money,  work for NASA, be vice-presidents, and nurses.  We grow up and become people who get by paycheck to paycheck,  watch the discovery channel, vote (occasonally), and visit the doctor.   When did we lose faith in ourselves?  We are brought into this world with a destiny I believe that.  However, I think we see a different vision sometimes than God had intended.  I refuse to stop dreaming.  I refuse to lose the inspiration for great living.  Now is the only time we have left.