this is my journal. composed mostly of things that i wrote.

i believe that if you think you can, you can. we will all prevail. eventually.

17th November 2009

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“I watched as she knelt before the statue and prayed to her goddess.    I remembered that she had always been the type of person who never cared what people thought. She was who she was and if you didn’t like it- she just didn’t care. And now she was her own person. She molded herself out her beliefs- not others’. Out of what she knew was right and wrong; out of her instinct to not only survive, but to succeed. She prayed and prayed to her goddess, kneeling on her knees, the sign of the pentagram drawn on her forehead in oil, candles and smoky incense surrounding her. I stood by the door to the small, smoky temple, and was just so thankful that she had let me take a peek into her life. She was empowered by what she believed in, and I can only hope that one day, I can be like her.” -JmR (on a glimpse into a childhood friend’s life now)

“I watched as she knelt before the statue and prayed to her goddess.

   I remembered that she had always been the type of person who never cared what people thought. She was who she was and if you didn’t like it- she just didn’t care. And now she was her own person. She molded herself out her beliefs- not others’. Out of what she knew was right and wrong; out of her instinct to not only survive, but to succeed. She prayed and prayed to her goddess, kneeling on her knees, the sign of the pentagram drawn on her forehead in oil, candles and smoky incense surrounding her. I stood by the door to the small, smoky temple, and was just so thankful that she had let me take a peek into her life. She was empowered by what she believed in, and I can only hope that one day, I can be like her.” -JmR (on a glimpse into a childhood friend’s life now)