Goals

I have plans. I have dreams and I am writing them hear so I can be accountable ten..twenty.. forty years from now.

I have been a sick person, asthma, allergy's,  mental problems, depression, anxiety and PTSD. I was born a son of a simple man who had been born of a line of greatness. He came from a rich family. He came from an abusive home. My father was a simple mechanic of a simple nature.

He grew violent and abusive though. I was told time and time again by him that I was stupid and an idiot.

I kicked him out. I made my mom divorce him. I decided to spit on what he said. I took my physical aliments and ran with them.

Now I am no great orator. No great thinker or dreamer. Most of the time.

I know I have said stuff before along these lines, but my mind seems to dwell here for days at a time or weeks. But today as with most days I have been trying to figure out my future path in life. And after much thought and much discussion with myself and God I have chosen my path.

God laid out a path before me, one spike and rugged. Where it is easy to fall of the sides and tumble forever.  One where my path is difficult. But...I accept it. I know it is a long and odious and tenuous path before me.

I will be a leader. A better leader. One that people will compare to Roosevelt, FDR, and Churchill.

I want.. nay I will become the president of the United States of America. I want to lead the greatest country in the world into the new era that is dawning.

I still believe in my country and it's people. It's leaders at the moment no. Of neither party.

So I ask... keep me to this goal. Send messages to this blog every few weeks or days or months. Check up. Cause I want to be the President.