Normally I’m a rings kinda girl. But lately I have been tossing and turning and running and skipping for earrings. Big ones, longs ones, little ones… all the ones.
I remember being 18. I even remember being 15. I look back and I think, nope, I would NEVER return! I thought I knew then, but I didn’t. Now at 25, I know. I definitely know what I do know and absolutely not what I don’t.
Having just turned this age, I’m quietly satisfied with the things I know now. I have neatly collected these things into my brain and can even be trusted to act accordingly to this abundant knowledge at times convenient and not so.
What is the exact formula for creating a positive, happy and kicking-fucking-goals life? There is none, but there are secret paths to tiny moments that can lighten your hearts’ feathers to a drift in the clouds.
Everyone has the notion that optimism and rosy-eyed glasses is the path to ones feeling of wholesome goodness. Everyone would be right.
What is my life’s logic? What have I learnt that has lead me to believe that I am a worthwhile human that has the ability to dance and run and fight?