Do I make you proudBy Wade Kwon
K. is an old friend from high school. Whenever I see her, like last night, Iâ€™m reminded of how far we go back, how young we used to be, the world that lay before us.
And not in a bitter-where-did-the-time-go way.
She reminds me, 17 years later, of one of the most important things I carry with me: Each day is mine to shape, a new chance to reach those limitless possibilities.
She doesnâ€™t likely remember what she wrote in my high school yearbook, but her eloquent words are some of the most inspiring Iâ€™ve ever had the pleasure to read.
I have learned a lot from you. If ever I just couldnâ€™t learn something, I would think of you and think of how much I want to be like you, and no problem would be too small. You have been an inspiration to me and a golden shoulder to lean on. Iâ€™m honestly going to miss you.
It is ridiculous to wish you the best, because that is what you will always be.
I think a lot about the future these days. What will I be doing in a year? Five years? Where will I be? Who will I be with?
Will I be content?
Itâ€™s scary to consider what comes next, how it can go right or wrong.
I donâ€™t have a clear picture.
But I think about what K. wrote and the power those words have over me. I think about the many times in my life where Iâ€™ve hit the wall.
Her flattering sincerity (or sincere flattery) lets me move on, past the couldâ€™ve beens and almost haves. Those words tell me that failure is just another step on the road.
She believed in me then; she believes in me now, sometimes more than I believe in me. I canâ€™t let her down.
Each day is mine. And I can do it, not because Iâ€™m some super-special person, but because she believes in me.
Thanks, K. Your faith means more to me than youâ€™ll ever know.