"The mind of a writer is both a curse and blessing. On one hand, you have these astounding and mind-blowing creative juices that flow continuously. But, on the other, you have half a brain that cannot decide what the @$&* to do." I have dedicated a large part of my life to writing, even if it may never result in any form of publicity. Regardless of this, I write everyday, as it is apart of the resolution that I made for myself on the last day of December of 2010, and intend on printing this into a book, one that would be the sole copy in existence. I have been writing contiguously ever since that day. There isn't much about me to tell that I've never mentioned before. I grasp opportunity, I'm grateful for the people that I love so dearly, and I give one hundred and fifty percent in everything I do. Ever so slowly, I'm learning how to come to grips with my life, what it has in store, and everything that can change. It is a gradual process, one that I do not expect to fulfill for years to come. I have come to notice exactly how difficult it can be to find balance and peace. In the fall of 2011, I had a poem published by the World Poetry Movement, and another is expected to fall into the world of publication this spring. Following the route of my amateur writing, a piece of my artwork was published in a book in March 2012. I don't remember the last time I put the thoughts of my future before another's. I am always found helping someone follow what they believe in and the dreams that they hope to achieve. So is the case with a wannabe rockstar, a journalist, and a band teacher that I have come to know and love. I can imagine that there will be great achievements to be had throughout the years, as well as losses and successes. There will be wonderful and terrible times. I will lose, and I will win. There will be hell, but, if I'm lucky, there will be a little bit of heaven, too. But, whatever happens, I am going to live. Fortes fortuna adiuvat. Fortune favors the brave.