7, Month of the Sun, 1003
Dearest Princess Twilight Sparkle,
I’m still getting little shivers up my spine, writing that. It feels… Indescribable. For the first time in my life, I’m truly at a loss for words. This feeling of sheer success—of achievement—is unrivaled by anything I’ve ever done before in my life. Princess Twilight Sparkle. Haha.
Princess Celestia suggested that I keep a daily journal now that I’m an alicorn, to see how I change over the centuries and remember how and who I was if I ever lose myself. I didn’t dare ask if she was speaking from experience, but the shimmer in her eyes was a definite sign of… something. Regardless, she’s never steered me wrong before, so here I am.
I can see the logic in this. It makes sense, after all. Ponies change over time as we accrue knowledge and experience and start and end relationships with ponies important to us. Millennia from now—that’s such a hard concept to grasp! I mean the sheer magnitude of knowing I’ll still be here when everything around me has crumbled and turned to dust is so… incredible. And scary. I wonder, what will tomorrow look like, Future Princess Twilight?
But I digress. Millennia from now, I could be a completely different pony. I could be a nicer pony. I hope that’s true. But, this journal will truly be worth the effort if I fall into the trap I suspect Princess Celestia suspects I might. The trap of forgetting myself. The trap of apathy—or worse: callousness.
This journal might help me remember what it was like to be young. To still know what it feels like to just be a citizen of Equestria. To know what it is to look to the princesses for help or guidance. If that’s the case, and you’re reading this because you need to, Future Me, please remember quickly. I don’t want to be that pony. I’d rather die.
But enough of the philosophical, I’m here to catalogue my days, not my thoughts. Or rather, my thoughts on my days. Something to that effect, at least.
As I’m sure you’ve guessed, Future Me, today was the day we were coronated.