It never ceases to amaze me that I am still the same. The last five years seem to have come and gone so quickly, but I’m still me. That is so comforting.
August 3rd, 2008.
I am one of the lucky ones. I’ve been to many places, experienced many things, and figured out what my heart truly holds. I am lucky enough to have left bits of my soul all over; on cliffs, in trees, on that hiking trail, in the art building, and on stage.
I have been lucky enough to never want things to end, to open myself up completely, and to embrace the sheer magnitude of beauty around me…and let it affect me positively in the years that follow.
I’ve been lucky enough to count on myself, at any given second, to make the right choice for ME and never look back. I’ve learned that loving myself means loving everyone else, even when I don’t want to. Extending forgiveness…even when I don’t want to.
I have been lucky to experience nature for what it is. To hike where there are no trails for three days, to camp where the indians might have camped, and to truly understand at sunrise how small and largely insignificant we really are. Trusting only instincts to guide us back.
I don’t believe in luck so much, but I appreciate that I know these things. That I know what so many people don’t, and that I alone hold the key to my greatness. These secrets of the universe.