Meeting Emma Watson hasn't always been one of my goals. In fact it's only been one of my goals for about three days. I'm not even sure why she's become such a big deal to me. Chances are I will never meet her and there's a part of me that's okay with that; however, the side that wants this to happen will not easily succumb to this simple fact of life.
Is it that impossible though? I don't think it's fair to rule the possibility out before the attempt, and so far I haven't really done anything worthy of being dubbed an "attempt" to meet Emma Watson other than speaking to the TV screen. There's something about dreams that is inherently questionable or daunting. If you could realize your dream by flipping a switch then where is the satisfaction? Unless that switch is connected to your life's work of the world's first un-lose-able remote then you might as well be reacting to stimuli. There's a reason people don't dream about breathing or blinking.
Don't let your dreams become their own obstacles. Embrace their challenges with open arms because that is what gives them meaning. Go climb a mountain. Go start a business. Go meet Emma Watson.
On a side note, I honestly think she's just as attractive with short hair as she was with long hair....I wasn't sure at first but now it's grown on me. I mean, she's Emma freaking Watson. She's out there saving India with organic clothes and then studying Euclidean Geometry for her test that night on the plane ride home. She's allowed to get haircuts shorter than my own.
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