I wonder what my life will be like in 5 years, or 10 years. Will I be starting my career? Will I even have a career? Will I be married? Have kids? Own a bakery? Be homeless? Be reckless? Be a celebrity? Who knows?

I’m always intrigued by the future. I like looking back at the past, first, though. I see what I never thought would happen and how it did happen. I see mistakes that I knew I was making, but refused to acknowledge. I reflect upon happy times when my life was filled with love and laughter. I see times when I never wanted to believe in happiness, again. I’ve learned to embrace the hundreds of memories, big and small, significant and insignificant, because there’s value in every single one. I try not to grasp anger so tightly, anymore. I try to soak in the sounds and the moments as they come and go. 

I hope that the future holds happiness for all of us, in whatever form it may be. I hope we can all appreciate our pasts, even the most darkest parts of it, and see the purpose in each passing hour. We all have days when we can hardly see the light at the end of the tunnel, but somehow, if we can just make it through that hardship, we’ll end up in a place which we never knew possible to exist, and we’ll see how it all paid off.