I sit here thinking about my past, how I’d changed, and grown. I felt like I hadn’t changed but I have. I pull out a old cassette player, I listen to my small voice. I hadn’t remembered singing it even though I still knew the words. Then I thought of the future. How would I change? Who would I become? Each question I asked made me come to another question. I knew I wanted to be a veterinarian, but want and will are two very different words. I knew I’d change physically, but the question was more toward mentally. I knew I didn’t have the answers but when I thought long enough I found I didn’t need the answers. Because my questions will be answered in the future. This I believe!
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