Stars in my eyes, painting the skies...

As I read aloud all the past entries that happened to fall on the day of my birth, I find that despite what it may seem or feel, I have come so far. I have fallen and risen more times than I can count, yet each time I was able to reshape myself into something greater, even if it was only visible to me. My journey has not been in vain, and though I grow older, with my chances of reaching the stars all but dwindling away, I my in owe how I can find solace in the thoughts I conjure and the words I write down. I will survive, I will thrive and I will reach beyond my means, because falling short has never stopped me before, and if nothing else, I shall be remembered as the boy who never stopped trying. Who never stopped climbing. Who never gave up. And that ... that's quite all right with me.