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.

 

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I’m conceited enough to believe that every word from my lips is true wisdom. I’m smart enough to know that if I think that, I’m wrong and should probably just shut up. I’m wise enough to know that shutting up will solve nothing, for once in a while, I might be right and create change.

 

I’m no longer so conceited, but still smart and cautiously wise.