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.

A lot of people, so I’m told, worry about the future. Hoping to make their lucky break. I do too. But I feel odd and I think it may be because of a thought that permeates my mind at all times. I always feel as though I am destined for greatness.

Perhaps it is because of my upbringing, always driven to suceed. Maybe it’s my hate of work and desire to lead. Or, could it be, that my destiny is being led and I am slightly able to sense it.

Believing in destiny used to be a big part of my life, but I had to give it up for the belief that my actions now will most shape my future. Believing in destiny is passive - you’re waiting for things to happen. Believing in yourself is active - you are making things happen.