As I sit on a rope swing, I think back to my American Dream and realize that I have so many dreams that it is almost hard to list them all. By American Dream, I consider it almost like a bucket list, what I want to do before I die. If Nadja can be so surreal but still mean some much to so many people, I, too, can make a difference, and whether or not my bucket list is surreal or not, I, too, can complete my bucket list, providing that everything out of my control will work in my favor. I want to learn how to ride a bike; I want to publish a novel; I want to go parasailing; I want to go skydiving; I want to direct a film; I want to graduate from college. Most of these typical wants and needs for Americans, but all of which I probably desire more than several other people. Nadja herself stands for so much more than just a person, and that’s what I want to do as well: I want to make a difference, living my American Dream while all the more helping others reach their goal or accomplish their American Dream. I can sit in a lecture hall and learn about what I want to do, or I can get out and do it; or both. The possibilities are endless.
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