If I could, I'd change every aspect of this world, but we were born into a perfect world with imperfections and I couldn't be any more thankful for that.

Other than world peace, and fixing hunger, I'd have to work on something a bit more minute to the world, but just as important to me: my father's happiness and faith.

There is nothing in this world that I could want more than to buy my parents a beautiful home. A $3.5 million dollar house to be specific.

I was born in Seoul, Korea and was adopted at 5-years-old by my father who was in the Air Force at the time. After he retired my mother constantly started up restaurants that unfortunately put us into a lot of debt, but it was fine because we all still had each other.

My father threatened divorce a lot, but my mother was too stubborn to listen and my father's love for her was sturdier than you think.

Years after labor, and trial and error, my mother had given up. Now my father has two jobs and developed skin cancer.

It's weird that I was more worried about his faith and walk with God than the cancer he'd found on his body. My religion may be different from yours, but my God says that you will have eternal life even after death if you call upon him as your savior. My father didn't, and still doesn't till this day. I want him to believe. I think I'd be willing to sacrifice my own faith for him, but God doesn't work like that.

My dreams are of art. Piano, music composing, painting, violin, drawing, illustration, you name it, I love it. My mother says's I'm very musically inclined and that I'd be a fool not to pursue drawing, but of course, they both worry for my future as they believe the "starving artist" myth.

I was supposed to be an astronomer since they make good money, and I enjoy physics. My parents wanted me to, but at the same time, I had to break their heart and pursue what would work. And by that, I mean something my heart would follow to the end of the earth: Art.

Many can take action to becoming dentists, doctors, lawyers, or even astronomers for the money, but soon your heart's truth comes to surface like everything else. It's not about what occupation you chase, it's ultimately what you fall in love with. It's what's pulchritudinous to your eyes. Something you can't deny. When you chase it out of your heart but you end up going in a circle because it runs right back into your heart, that's when you'll know you no longer have a choice but to become a prisoner of it, but don't worry, it can only bring good to your life.

I'm going to be everything in my life. A song writer, an painter, digital artist, pianist, violinist, everything. My life does not come with only one day, but many days.

I want to make filthy money. Not for myself, but there are a few people that I owe my life to. The most important is my father though. I promised him a $3.5 million dollar house so that he doesn't have to work his life away. He can be set and happy. Hopefully one day, he'll meet God half way as well. I always knew I'd be wealthy one day. Now, I see it too.