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Trusty old livejournal... You will never turn into a creepy stalker website right? I hope not. Anyways, I usually find myself resorting to you when there is so many things i want to say, but at the same time i don't wanna say them to anyone or I feel like people wouldn't care enough to hear them. I don't even know If I am going to make this public or not.... I don't entirely know what I am doing with my life. I know what I want to be... and I know I will get there someday, no matter what. I'm not gonna cope out of my dream like everyone else.. i really do believe what Michaelangelo said, "The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark." I've been talking to people recently about what they could be if they could be anything and people tell me all sorts of great things tehy want to do with their lives. Then i ask them what they are studying and they tell me something completely different. It really makes me begin to question my sanity. Like people don't take me seriously becaues they just see me as some little kid just chasing my farfetched dreams that "more than likely" wont come true. So i find myself doubting my choices and wondering what the heck I am doing. Why am I one of the only people that I know that actually wants to go out and throw every care in the world aside while I try to live how i feel like i was meant to live. And what if i do all of that, and risk everything, and still don't make it? Well at least when i am 76 years old and my grandson looks up at me and asks me waht i wanted to be when i grew up i will have a wonderful story for him and I can tell him that I put my heart and soul into what i was passionate about and God had something better in his plan for me. But at least I can say that i was passionate about something. And nothing great in this world was ever accomplished without passion. I'm thankful for switchfoot because whenever i get in this mood and i start having these doubts and wonder what the flip I'm doing i just put in their cd and they remind me why I keep on going.... and I wan't to thank my brother for that. After reading the paper thats taped in my moms classroom he closes his paper with "so I dare you to move...I dare you to live." so I'm going to do just that and hopefully i won't keep on feeling like i have to explain myself or convince myself that what i'm doing is what i should be. I don't know where I'm gonna be or what I'm going to be doing down the road from now I don't have this set path of things to do and steps i need to complete but I will find the right way and wherever i wind up is where i am supposed to be. Well I am off to bed for now... I got that out of me finally,