I remember sitting in lecture, overwhelmed with ideas and questions, feeling like I could make a difference. Be heard for once. Feeling like I could change the world.

Don't all students feel as if they are the ones who will change the world?

A part of me has disappeared, that bright light in me seems to have faded, that light that would change the world. Was I just fooling myself? Did I really think I was so bright? So driven? So passionate?

What am I doing to myself? Where did I go?

What am I currently learning about? What am I "keeping up with?" What new things have I learned about recently?

I've come to realize that I want more out of my life. I want the stability of a 9-5 job, but the flexibility to do what I want with my passion.

Do you remember graduating high school? University/College? Do you remember that pride you felt during those speeches? That overwhelming feeling that took you by surprise and left tears in your eyes? It gave you that push that you would go on.

I would go on.

And do better things.

I will make a difference, even if it is to change only one person's life.

I am the day dreamer, the fool who keeps on believing she can change the world, the hopeless girl who has not forgotten. I will go on somehow...and I will change something. I will make something better.

Even if they do not notice. I do not care.