“When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? Did it happen?”

 

 

 
I’m not sure how old I was when I wrote this, but I know it was written around that time. This is what it says:

 

 

“I really like Sailor Moon but I only like her if she really came down to Earth from the Moon of course! I also like the other Sailors of course! If I only like Sailor Moon then the other Sailors will get jealous right! So these are the things I like hey wait I’m not done I still like some more things which are Disney and Warner Bros. Now I’m done these are my favorite cartoons but after talking about these things I want to become Sailor Stasia Bye-bye!

HAPPY READING”

 

 

 

 

I am still not sure what does “Sailor Stasia” mean, but I assume it means I wanted to be a Sailor of my own planet. I wanted to make my own world and conquer my soul the whole time I chase after my dreams. I wanted to master my own mind.

That message remnisces William Ernest Henley’s beloved poem, “Invictus”:

 

 

 

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I’m assuming it meant that way, because I’ve made it happen, or something close to it.