Through The Looking Glass

Last working day of the year. I carelessly flipped through the year's planner that I barely used. And stumbled upon a forsaken page of my personal goals and dreams. My very own wishlist. And I remembered what I had forgotten. The things that mattered. That I longed for. And the girl that I was.

It intrigues me how our dreams and aspirations reflect so much of who we are. Where we are in life. And what has brought us there. How we are shaped by the course of events our life took. Above all, how much we have grown.