I was flipping through an old notebook today when I found something. Two sentences sit on an otherwise blank page. I stopped for a moment, for it is the only two sentences I can't recall writing. However, they're the two most true. The entry was dated back to 01-15-09. I was nine years old and I spoke with more wisdom than I do now. The sentences are these:
What I wish to achieve with my life is simple: greatness.
Realistically, there is is nothing of me that is worthy of the title great.
