Reflecting.

I re-stumbled across my original blog I started the start of my senior year of high school. I didn't maintain it very well because after a few months i'd completely forgotten my password and abandoned it. But serendipity grabbed hold of me the other day and as if by fate I found it, cracked the code, and reread all of my old entries.

They were surprisingly, or maybe not so surprisingly, very similar to the ones I blog now. A lot of them however were about my wishes for the future.

It was like unearthing an old time capsule. The days that I wrote them seem like another life time ago and its so strange to think that those forgotten passages are the manifestations of my old hopes and dreams.

There are so many things that I know now that I questioned then. But as I read them a warm smile grew from my lips to my cheeks and then reached from one ear to the other. I was laughing and touched, not because what I'd written was particularly profound, or even very good, it was hardly even punctuated properly.

I was smiling because I realized that the girl that wrote those silly entries, would be very proud of the girl writing this one.

Despite everything, everything turned out better than alright. It always does, I think.

At the end of the day the only person that you have got to live with is yourself, so make sure that you live your life in a way that you can look in the mirror and tolerate the person returning your gaze.

I'm happy to say that I can, and I believe that everyone else will be able to too, they've just got to keep a stiff upper lip. Wouldn't it be lovely if we all did the wonderful things we thought up. We could all be so proud.

I intend to.

And hopefully an older version of myself will find this and laugh at my own silly thoughts, and hopefully that older girl will be someone that I can admire and look up to and be proud of. And hopefully she will have done something wonderful during the time that passes before our meeting.