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Lately, I have had all of these things on my mind wondering about how I got to where I am and what is missing, and I've just been needing to get it written down somewhere out here in this huge world. So here it goes. I remember the first time I heard the word nomad. Now, this may sound dumb or immature, but it is just simply what I had thought at the time. The idea of being a nomad intrigued me when I was younger, and I think I'm realizing now that that's always how I've wanted to be. I use to say that I wanted to be a bum, and yeah it was sort of a joke. But it was also sort of serious. That feeling of being free and on the road, and fulfilling whatever it is that life throws at you. How do things change so fast, and so sudden? Where does our imagination go? You have the power to do and change your life. What you believe, becomes. These random thoughts in my head comes up constantly. The real enemy is yourself, you just have to focus on the goals that are in ...

I was cleaning through my last college backpack and found these cards stuffed in there. The first one I pulled out was my Uncle's. I never really think too much about what he says or have taken it to heart, but reading it at that moment something really struck me. "... Enjoy your life. It's never too late. Go make yourself happy. Have great dreams... " It made me sit there and think and wonder if he feels like it had been too late for him.He's disabled, and has to live with us and stay home all day and there have been times when he mumbles about being stuck and that it's too late for him.  But as he wrote, it's  never  too late. Reading it made me feel like I need to go and do something, the thing I dream and I have to have great dreams because I am able to. It made my heart turn for him, and also made me scared because maybe I do feel like it's already too late and maybe I'm not as happy as I could be making myself. Don't get me wrong t...