Scattered scraps

These pages have ended, but they do not truly end. For every outpouring here is but a spark from a heart brimming with courage, success, disappointment, and the unwavering determination to succeed. They may appear scattered to the reader, as I have called them, but for me, they were the path to gathering myself, to documenting fleeting moments I feared would be swallowed by oblivion. If you find yourself within the legend, know that I have written you as you have written me. And if you do not find yourself, let the words be swift as a breeze, yet leave behind a small, indelible mark. This is not a seal, but a station... for as long as there is a pulse in the heart, there will remain another due, waiting to be paid.