Tomorrow I will stand at a point that is equidistant from youth and middle-age. I don't know if that calls for a celebration, but I will celebrate anyway. On the eve of the celebration, Life has just handed me the report card. It measures me on a scale of 10.
For my ability to dream, I have got 10.
For my ability to translate those dreams, I got 5 (actually 4, but I am ashamed to admit that).
For my relationships, 2 (this year has been bad).
For online relationships, 8.
At the bottom there is a comment: "Even if you the capacity to achieve, you will achieve only if you want to achieve. So get your act together. You hardly have time." If I get my act together, which I promise I will, the figures in the report card would remain the same next year -- only some interchanging:
For my ability to dream, 10.
For my ability to translate those dreams, 12.
For my relationships, 8.
For online relationships, 2.