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.

Fight the forces of evil – physically, spiritually, any old way. That’s a lifetime mission that a person can respect. I’ve just decided, you see, to make that my purpose in life. Every day, I want to wake up saying, “Today I will rid the world, in some way, of what plagues it.” Every night, I want to go to bed feeling good for having halted its spread. Whatever it takes to stop evil, I will do. Fight a demon in the streets, help a friend through a time of trouble, find in meditation its lurking place, give out a random hug, I’ll do it all. And through removing tragedy, strife, evil, poverty, depression, pain and hurt in others, I hope to find the release in all these evils which I see in myself. Damn it, this makes me feel good! I want to be alive and I want to fight. Let the unseen forces know I’ve arrived then. I’m here to cheer the world, here to save the world, here to be here. I’m no Jesus, but just maybe, I am a savior.

Wow, I just got a little pumped up myself from reading about how pumped up I was. I’m less about fighting evil now, and more about battling boredom and flushing out fun. Sounds like that’s not too far from what I was talking about then, though.