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.

I think a lot of people have trouble because they are unable to find a purpose in life, their purpose in life. I don’t have that trouble, I know what mine is. My trouble is one of a completely different color. I know my purpose, and now I must fulfill it. It is the worst challenge to have.

Hardly. Having a goal in life and actively working towards it is the greatest thing a person will ever experience. I’ve met too many aimless people in this life. They are the ones I truly feel sorry for.