I want to remember these years with incredible fondness. I want to remember the good times and how amazing life was.

When I am old I want to remember these years as the ones that brought me love and excitement. Incredible happiness. I want these years to be the beggining of my dreams, hopes, aspirations. I want to remember how I fell in love with the girl I’ll have been with for 40 years. The fun we had when we were this age together.

When I am old, I want to be absolutely sure I did it right. I tried hard enough, I did the right things and I did the best I could with what I had.

I’m not old now. I’m 26. But this has to be the begginning. This has to be where it starts.

I have to do it right.

I don’t want to grow old with regrets.

I’m supposed to be strong, fearless, capable. I’m supposed to know what to do and how to do it. I’m supposed to have the answers, never get overwhelmed and be there for others.

I’m supposed to keep my promises, no matter how thin I spread myself. I’m supposed to help my friends, my family and take care of myself.

I’m supposed to be this absolute perfect person in everyones eyes, never flinching, never falling and certainly never failing.

I’m not supposed to give up.