When we were kids, we were always asked what you would like to be when you grow up as if growing up happens once and stops right there. Whenever I think that I have matured enough and that I have reached a stable unshakable character foundation, something happens that proves me wrong. It seems like a never ending process. You are never done with growing up and there is always room for improvement (just like there is always room for dessert :). The moment you stop improving, life gets ahead of you and you are left behind.