In the back flap of a favorite novel, I scribbled the ideas and goals I had for myself. One of which was “Run forever” and the other of which was “Blow out the candles on your birthday cake”.
These two foundations, largely antithetical, began to construct a path which I was to follow and abide for, largely until my senior year. But in the interim, I had a lot of set backs, had the best and worst days of my life, aggregated with the best and worst decisions of my life, cemented by the best people of my life.
Reflecting now, I know that these goals, among others, were largely ones that became comfort. I recognized how much better I felt, how secure, how confident, and how honest and clear-minded I was.
But when I began to abandon these goals, abaonding what I had set out to do, I could myself spiraling in the process. Reading this blog from months past, one can witness my changes, understandings, and utter sacrifice of my personal goals, for the pursuit of social interaction.
I love people, and I love ambition, and hope. But I also love adversity. Adversity makes me harder, more discisplined, and more focused on what truly lies ahead. It cannot me improved through loud music and sleepless nights, or can it me augmented by parties or late night fiascos. It is entrusted to me, and I must greet it.
I know that I have greeted it before, and that I will have to greet it again, but between now and then, I know what has guided me thus far, and that I cannot ignore.
Today is anew.
