Everyday my mind runs wild through speculation, facts, fantasies, and heaps of randomness. Today is no exception. I find myself wondering how different my world would be if I were the exact opposite of who I have come to be. What if I hadn’t come to UT and had been accepted to Columbia instead? Or perhaps if I had never began this slow, yet enjoyably rewarding process called writing. Then there’s the big one…. What if I weren’t optimistic, nor witty, nor independent, nor creative? Would my world still exist? Or would I be just another lifeless cocoon, whose butterfly has already left with no intentions of returning…..