And then, there's you, the person i go back over and over again. Whose memories make me smile on a rainy day and the same person who i think of whenever somebody asks me who i want to be like when i "grow up". Stupid, isn't it? For a person without a successful career and without shiny cars, without mansions in Miami or flats in New York. I want to be able to look in the mirror and be proud of what i've done, just like you said - "it doesn't matter what you do but how you do it".