in seven years, i will wish that i had taken more photographs of my mother. in seven years, i will wish that i had gone swimming more often. in seven years, i will still chase the sunlight. in seven years, i will wish that i had had the guts to climb more mountains. in seven years, i will no longer be afraid to ride a bike. in seven years, i will still hate cheese. in seven years, i will wish that i had laughed instead of cried. in seven years, i won't remember the scars on my thigh. in seven years, i'll still be in pieces over the ocean. in seven years, i will further understand how lucky we are that we can see. in seven years, i will wish that i had practiced the piano when my teacher asked me to. in seven years, i hope i still feel as much and often as i do now.