All my life I’ve been envious of those who know what they want; those who have a dream. I’ve always been lost, maybe because I was trying too hard to find myself. This year, I stopped looking.
I don’t really know how it happened, but it seemed so obvious I couldn’t understand why I never saw it before.
I’m 17 and my dream is to be a writer.
I was right in being envious. I realized a happy person is he who knows what he wants and goes for it. I’ve been… happy? Yes, damn it, I have.
Maybe I don’t have the talent. Maybe I do. Maybe I won’t make it. Maybe i will. All i know is that, for now, i want to learn all i could, give it all i have because…. damn it, I’m happy.