Ten years and ten days from now…
When I get there (Insha Allah), I want to look at the decisions I make right now and be proud of myself. I want to do it now so I won’t have to beat myself up later. It sucks that I have to screw up on some things the first time so I can get the point home later, but if I could, I’d definitely do things… I take that back, I wouldn’t do things any different. Because then, I’d miss out on the things that could have happened.
Coulda shoulda woulda.

At this point in my life, I’m looking at tomorrow.
Today is good, tomorrow is better.
I’m choosing my friends, training my brain and heart to think and beat a certain way… Its now or never. I’m not a robot, this is going to take a lot. Time, effort, determination and a side of wishful thinking…

I don’t know where am going. What is working is where I’m from, and where I am. I’m a believer in destiny. I’m here because I need to be. There’s a reason for everything, where I go, who I meet, and why I’m there. I feel like its all a puzzle that I’m supposed to piece together, and thats why I choose to hold on to the past and pay attention to the present. I feel like if I paid as much attention to things as I ought to, I’d clearly tell the future or prevent something unpleasant from happening. Weird? Its one of those feelings that are there like that! I don’t remember thinking of or encountering anything like it, but its just there. And its there… To stay.