I look at a picture from my 21st birthday, which was nearly two years ago. I see a person full of happiness and promise for the future, a person who had no idea of what was to come.
I don’t think my mind has changed, but my psyche has.
I mark the pages of my books with a bookmark I’ve had for a long time. It says one word:
If I do not continue to dream, I do not have hope. And if I have no hope, I have nothing.
Now it’s about living, getting through the day. Everything else (extra) is an added bonus.