So, I am going through my books, discarding the rejects and packing the keepers, and I find this journal. I remember it, my favorite teacher gave it to me when I graduated high school, telling me to use it to chart the course of my dreams. Inside there are a bunch of pages torn out (this I don't remember) and one single page filled, dated July 27, 2003. It says:
I was 18 years old when I first started writing in this book, only nine years, but I feel like I have lived a lifetime since then. Mrs. H gave me this book to write down my dreams and here they are:
to be happy, to be true to myself, to be good to others, to learn when its right to be selfish and when to be selfless, to find that path, to know more each day, to sleep peacefully, to know my family more, to be someone's guide, to share what I know, to love and be loved without reservation, to believe in myself, to learn to see the good in me.
Then I concluded: All this has just been prologue. Chapter One begins NOW...
I laugh at how much I have changed, and how much is still the same. I know myself much more now, or at least have the tools of introspection to help me understand myself. I believe in myself, and my ability to make my life what I want it to be. And I am to true to myself, in every choice I make. No compromises. I accomplished so much in Chapter One. Bring on Chapter Two. It begins NOW.
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