My birthday is coming up in a few days, and I’m really excited. But I don’t know why. When I turned 8 and 9 and 10 it was, “I’m getting older, that’s something to celebrate!” But as my 11th birthday looms ahead, so does the beginning of boys and parties and makeup and other stuff I could seriously care less about.
No, now I think it’s more about the fact that eleven years ago, I came into this world. What impact have I had on it since then? I affected my family, friends, teachers, schoolmates…. but what about the other 7 billion people out there? When I think of my birthday, I want to think, “Wow, I did something to make this world a better place.”
So that’s my goal. When I turn 90, I want to look back at my life and say, “I was part of this. I helped make Earth what it is today.” Now I don’t know about you, but I’d rather be a part of that than the dance committee.