Barely Begun...

Sometimes there is a moment in which you realize that something is wrong. A moment when doubt fills your mind, and when you must make a choice between following your dreams and following someone you love. There are moments in our lives that make us choose and for better or for worse, it's those choices that define us, that create who we are and who we become. I think that sometimes, we hold on to what we know, what we thought we loved because we are comfortable and because we thought we were in love.

I am beginning to wonder what love really means, and how to answer the questions I am asking myself these days. I am considering what it means to really love, to really dream, and what it takes to move on and what that means in the long run. For me, dreams have always been something strong in my heart and mind, dreams are what have gotten me through my life and they are what drive me, what push me and what make me excel. They are my saving grace and my first loves, they are what make me who I am and what show me the most beautiful things in the world. My dreams encompass my faith, my goals, my loves, my memories and who I am: they encompass all that I am.

We are all here for a reason, and every step we take in life is set in front of us to make a choice, whether for good or bad, it's there for us to choose which we think is right and just. And when we feel something that we believe in, something that moves us, something that makes us think, it shakes us, it changes us and it makes us feel all over again.

I am not near the end of my journey, nor have I felt all the emotions I want to feel someday. I have not even begun to follow all my dreams yet, but be sure that I will, because when I leave this world, I will die with two things: my faith and my dreams accomplished. I am a girl of many traditions, of many faiths, of many dreams, and I am a girl that has barely begun...