the notebook

"I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough."

truth.
believe it nobody in this world should think that they are the most important in the world they shouldnt think the highest of the high. because in reality we all make mistakes, at one point weve done something or said something without thinking. and the truth is people are hypocrites when they disagree. ive never thought that i was special ive never thought highly of myself. we all think about the same things once in a while. in my school theres probably 1 in 10000 people who will ever be eligible to have something named after them. we all think that we will make a diffrence in the world when in reality, its near impossible. when i die my name will eventually fade away. people will mourn over me and go to my funeral and wake. they will laugh and talk about the good times and reminisce on our memories. but eventually my name will slowly die off along with everyone elses. but knowing that i gave my heart out to someone who was always there for me and wanted what was best for me, that alone filled my life out with the most joy in the world. knowing that i had enough in me to change day by day and knowing i gave my heart a second chance instead of ruining myself and being someone who was never really me. knowing that i trusted someone with my life and not only loved them but they loved me back, that alone is the best gift in life itself.