I had a dream last night about my high school graduation. I woke up this morning and thought about how lucky we were. I thought about the clean slate that we all had and how we could write our dreams and how we had so much time to fulfill them.

When we are young we are often so frivolous with our time. We think we have so much of it to squander. The truth is we don't. You just never know when things can change in an instant. But then again, every day of our lives is in some way is a clean slate to which we can write the story of our lives.

So I starting thinking that perhaps I should wake up each morning with thought of, What shall I write on my slate today? What is important to me today? What would make me happy? What would make me proud?

Someday, I will look back at the story of my life and I don't want to wonder whether or not I lived it to the fullest. I am the writer of my life story.

What will your life story be about? One of accomplishments? Happiness? Love? Or one full of regret?  ¶ 8:11 PM