Here once again
It has been a while since the last time I put a page to pen. I’m about to begin a new tale, a new adventure for only I can withstand. This adventure will not be grand, but a boring one that is needed within.
I don’t mean to be poetic. This is my free writing journal and I needed to warm up my mind. I’m not feeling deep today like the past logs, so this entry will be more like a diary.
Dear, Future Me
I hope the decisions made these past five years have borne fruit. It is scary to think what if you were wrong on any of those choices. I know right now I fear for the future. I don’t know if the career I chose or the decisions I’ve made will lead me to happiness and success. I know how much you crave freedom. When we were younger, younger than now in 2024, we wanted to be a storyteller. Writing stories was difficult, but the feeling we got from finishing a story we were proud of is like no other. But instead of making a career for this passion we found a new one. Thinking about it as I write this, I don’t think I’ve ever shared with anyone my love for storytelling. It is kind of a secret. It is no secret I love to dive into a good story. It can be through films, books, or music. Maybe if you found success in life we have envisioned maybe you can get back into one of your oldest passions. Andrew, we are a very creative. We should share what our mind sees with others. This is a time chamber log. I don’t expect to read this for years to come. I actually expect to forget about the time I decided to sit in the library in a room filled with DVD’s and type a Dear Me. But when I do find this I hope it's at a time where I am free. Free to put the page to pen once again.
February 21, 2024