I think I'm at the point of the life where I can finally feel grateful for the direction things are going, which is weird because if you asked me four years ago about the current standing of myself and everything, I'd be confused. And I think I have time to thank for my many epiphanies.
Time is scary, and that's what haunts me when I go to sleep. However, it can be a double edged sword. Though I may panic about the goodbyes I'll never properly say, the inevitable truth that I will no longer be a teenage girl and impending adulthood, time has graced me with a few things.
Instead of thinking waking up as a chore, I wake up eager to do things even if it's a mundane chore, to learn about a new obsession, to read, to love, to yearn.
The bonds I've formed, no matter how small or quick they dissappear. I'm lucky to say that I've learned at least one things from people I've formed relationships with, some miniscule compared to others. From these I've accepted to be raw, authentic, and to be present rather than to lose myself in the past or future
The ability to see what I've accomplished rather than what I haven't, to be compassionate to myself above all which I wish was something I had as a young adolescent.
I wish I could go back in time to thirteen year old me, even in a dream, and tell her to accept and live even in the midst of hell being a teenage girl. To take the risks and how even though the end of the fall is far, she'll have something to land on. To reassure that things do end up in her favor and instruct her to do the hardest thing ever: wait.
