I walked down the street again. I had walked this street so many times, and yet I still called it a street. It was an avenue by trade, but street sounds better. Looking onward I saw a group of people that I thought could have been friends of mine, or at least some of them. I didn’t have that many friends, and even fewer that would stand to talk in a circle like that. So I lowered my expectations accordingly. It turned out to be another of many groups of people that I didn’t mind, but didn’t befriend. I figured that I would stop as I got to the circle, say hi maybe, and then see where the conversation went. It didn’t go so well, after saying hi and then them saying hi back the conversation continued on it seems to be about a group of people I didn’t know, saying things I didn’t hear about. So I left.
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Good Luck - A Letter to Myself
Don’t waste this opportunity you have been given. Here you are living in a time with the greatest communication technologies that have ever existed and they are sitting at your fingertips, use it.
Don’t be afraid to write true. Be bold and write what it is you feel to write, don’t hold back or force something out to please someone other then yourself. You are an intelligent and creative writer and you must not forget yet.
I hope that as you read this first entry down the road that you will be proud of the accomplishments you have made, and if not that this would be enough to push you to where it is you need to go.
