The Dedication

Yesterday was the last day of rest. Today is the first day of the rest of my life.
All my life, I have done nothing as much as possible, even when there is something that needs to be done that would benefit me personally and that I am, in fact, interested in doing.
By this time next year, I want to be enrolled in an art school. And that will take a lot of doing, because I am a college student and very near to being a grown-up.
I have had many intentions over the course of my life, most of which I have never accomplished. Here begins a record of my mission, made in the name of remembering failure and success when it happens. In the name of networking. In the name of great ideas. In the name of origami paper, butterflies, blue hats, and people that won't leave you alone.
In the name of summer rain, the dragons we made for us to fight, and the long sleep that starts on the last day.
In the name of red roses and big sunflowers and the first time you ever screamed.
In the name of friends and enemies and family, I don't want to become nothing.

I want to take responsibility. I want to do, move, make, shake.