The leaves outside are changing. They are fading into beautiful golds, oranges, and crimsons. I have to compare myself to the leaves, I feel that I relate. They have spent all summer soaking up the hot summer sun and now they are bursting into radiance just before they float to the ground, forgotten under the cold iridescent snow. I guess that is my hope for myself. To soak up as much summer sun (life) as possible, and burst into radiance before the winter sets in. I want to be successful, in everything that I do. Thats who I am. I can't imagine not having drive to always perform at your best. I can't imagine not trying to be better than I was yesterday. I live for my motivation and ambitions. I live for the day when I am that crimson or golden leaf that brightly reflects the autumn sun, lighting up the afternoon sky with a fire. When I detact myself from the tree and float away on the chilly breeze I want to look back and I drift away and know that I was the brightest crimson that I could be. Once I see that, I will be able to fall away with a smile in my heart, that even the swirling winter wind couldn't blow away.

-kln-

"My only fear is that I'm never gonna fly"
"If you get the chance to sit it out or dance, I hope you dance"
"Can I handle the changing seasons of my life?"
"I don't want to look back on my life and see that I lived only the length of it. I want to live the width of it as well."