I have been writing in a journal on an almost-daily basis since I was 17 years old. This is a record of me going through each entry from the beginning, and commenting on the me from fifteen years ago.

Where does my future lie? A question asked time and time again, over and over by myself. I do not know. For some reason, I am continually told that I will be a success. Why? I do not know. I wonder sometimes i the world knows of my future, but will not tell me, fearing I would fall astray. Whatever it is that I am supposed to do, I’d better work towards it. Continue my perserverance in whatever it is I do.

Who was telling me that I’d be a success? I don’t remember that happening all the time! True or not, just learn to take a compliment, buddy.