Note to Myself

Dear Me, 

Someday, you're going to weave together....

all your successes and failures,

your gains and losses, 

appreciations and rejections, 

joys and sorrows, 

the music you found and the music that found you,

frustrations, heartaches, disappointed friendships, difficult situations,

the pangs of disenchanted love, wounded relationships, 

the agonizing wait, the disillusioned hopes....

YOU'RE GONNA WEAVE THEM ALL AND WEAR THEM  LIKE A CROWN...

WALK PROUDLY AND TELL THE WHOLE WORLD, "THESE THINGS ON MY HEAD, I'M PROUD OF THEM, BECAUSE THEY MADE ME STRONGER."