I've recently read a letter that I wrote to myself when I was in first grade. My friends and I had put together a time capsule, and one of the things we all did was write a letter to out future selves, (or in my case, "futer self", and I kid you not, the first sentence asked if I was any better at spelling.) But, it got me thinking...
What I had wanted to be in that letter, wasn't me. While I read it, and tried to swallow the dreams that the younger me desperately wanted, I realized I fell completely short. It was both inspiring, and sobering. One thought, however, still haunts me. Will I ever become what I want to be?
What is my vision of the future other than being successful? And if that's all I'm picturing, what will I do when the times of failure come? Will I be prepared to climb the hill and do the hard? Or will I, once again, fall short of aspiring dreams? I want to be able to reach a destination with my head held high, aside from the scratches and scars I earned along the way.529Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEfqUHOY9Z1
I guess my vision of the future is to reach success through failure. Perhaps that'll give my future self some grace, as well.
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