The future never quite feels like the future when you get there. The past on the other hand always feels nostalgic when looking back. These grand visions of future conquests usually lay waste fully in ruins in the past eventually. Everyone has plans for the future and everyone has a past. Its the middle, that truth, that defines an individuals reality. Whats my reality? I know where I was, what I wanted, and where I am. It's not quite what I had planned but who knows what the future holds? Ill know when I get there.
Mahalo 2009
J
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