I'm not a little kid, but sometimes you make me feel like one. When you say things like, "You'll understand when you're older," I wish I could tell you "You'll understand when you're younger." Remember how you wanted to change the world? Remember that? I do. It wasn't so long ago. What happened? You're not growing up, you're giving up. And I'd rather be young and naïve than an old cynic like you. But it's never too late to turn it all around. I'll be waiting for you here.