I hope that one day, when I grow old and these childhood ideals fade far away into the depths of my soul, someone will be there to remind me of who I was. I hope that someone will be there to tell me that at one point in time, I was open-minded of the world and its inhabitants and that at one point in time, the world was so big and I was lost. I hope that someone will be there to remind me that at one point in time, my heart wanted to become golden and that at one point in time, happiness meant more to me than worthiness.

I know nothing of this world. I know nothing of love nor anything extensively humane. One day, I may grow old. My thoughts will change and I'll become skeptical of the world around me. Should that day ever come, I hope someone will be there to show me that at one point in my life, I was, at heart, in mind, in dreams truly respectable. I hope I shall never forget these ideals and I hope that what come may come, but that my ideals never slip away. I hope that my heart burns forever. I hope that my mind will always accept foreign concepts. I hope I will always find comfort in the pure, blue sky.

Written by a friend of a friend of mine...