When I was nine years old I wanted to be an architect. And an astronaut. But I don’t trust 9-year-old me. He also wanted a wife. He probably still does. That's the funny thing about change that we don't acknowledge. The desires and hopes and dreams we have for ourselves don't ever really go away. The job you should have taken. The crush you wish you had been more vulnerable with. Or less. None of it ever leaves. It just hardens. Like a scar.