I want to do something big.

I want to do something – something big. I want to stand on top of a mountain. I want to drive on a highway in reverse. I want to wink at a cute guy when I grow up, when I’m old enough to wink. I want to make people laugh assiduously. I want to dance until dawn. I want to escape death just once. I want to live long enough to say my goodbyes. I want to vote in a fair election. I want to put my name on the ballot. I want to trust what I read. I want to remove the spinach stuck between my two front teeth with a toothpick made of recycled material. I want to drink tea made of panda feces. I want to resurrect the dead. These all sound like good ideas, but I should what? Remove the plank from my own eye before I comment on your collection of splinters. OK, I guess.