Dear Diary,
When we are born our eyes are opened to a world of wonder and fascination. Every object or person is a new adventure, a new world to explore. We spend the first couple years learning. Unfamiliar sounds roll out of our mouths as we form words. Everything no matter how small makes us smile and giggle. Then we put our feet to the earth gently pressing, one step after the other. It's hard to understand just how much of this we leave behind when we grow up. Those first couple years are innocent, filled with endless possibility and potential. As we grow steadily taking on the world little by little, we start to take things for granted. The little things in life that should mean the most start to slip through the cracks. The burning flames of laughter, adventure, love, hugs and kisses, even simple smiles are snuffed out by shiny cars, money, and the latest fashion. Historians say that mankind has evolved 100 times since the beginning of our existence, but it is my belief that we have lost ourselves in the process of trying to be better. It deeply saddens me to look around at our generation. Every corner you turn you encounter harsh words, cold hearts and the overwhelming stench of selfishness. It's hard to believe that our people were once thought to be the poster child for chivalry and righteousness. It is my belief that there are two kinds of people born to this world. The ones on the surface who live their lives without ever having to worry about whether they're going to survive or not, and then the people like me that are born under the skin and spend their whole lives trying to break through. Make their mark. Make a difference. Our lives seem to be spent tripping and stumbling over every rock and nick along the way. It amazes me just how many of us survive. I can proudly say that the reason I have escaped fate this long is only do to the help of guardian angels along the way. These angels are ordinary anybodies, people that help you up off your knees and shine a light on your once pathetic existence. Angels are phenomenal people that unconsciously devote their lives to the existence and beatitude of others. We are doomed to forever live in the gratitude of others. Or are we? We as remarkable humans have the ability to be anything we want to be. We have the capability to change and become something more. I'm done scratching at the surface, done attempting to make a mark. I am me. There is nothing that's going to change who I am and who I strive to be. No one can break through for me. Just me, against the world and on my own. But just because I'm on my own doesn't mean I have to do it alone. Thank God for Katniss. My name is Annabell Blackwell and this is my story.
~Anna
