A Note To Myself

You know what you're doing. 

You're in a degree you hate because a voice in your head,

A small tiny little voice in your head, said:

"Say English" when they asked you what to take.

Two years later, you come back to the beginning, and they ask you again.

The voice said "Paralegal" and you went with it.

Fate is not determined by you, nor your education.

It was created by Him, and He shall provide

Not you, so hold on tight.

Follow Your Dreams, wherever they may reside.

The End

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