looking back

with such satisfaction.

success is not a guarantee. 

As spring semester ends, and my hometown homecoming has arrived,

I am faced with the ghosts of high school past.

I see those who have accomplished something, and the majority that have not.

Being home gives me a new sense of pride.

As old friends question me on what I have been up to, what I have done, and my near future plans, I easily realize all that I have worked oh so hard for. 

I have more answers than I realized, to the questions that many fear.

I look to the future with great promise knowing that I am a person who grabs life by the horns.

someone of both talk AND action. 

bring it on life.

i will be among the successful. 

that is pure fact.