"Mais les yeux sont aveugles. Il faut chercher avec le cœur."
I have three days left of being a teenager, and it feels oh-so-weird because I'm very scared. I feign maturity, I'm fiscally irresponsible, I live an unhealthy lifestyle, and I'm not as tidy as an adult should be. But I'm happy. I know I'm going to become a great man (and secretly, that's every boys dream). I think for a second or two I lost hold of my hopes and dreams. I think for a second or two, reality hit pretty hard. I'm pretty sure that happens to everyone, but only some of use choose to bounce back. Not everyone follows their dreams. Thus far in my life I think I've made it abundantly clear that I don't want to, can't, and will not live a "normal" life. I don't care what anyone says. I'm going to live a charmed life. I thrive on travel, change, and surprises, but I wasn't always this way.
Somehow I still think its possible to become the man I always wanted to be, I've just found an entirely different recipe. Sure, I'm sort of a mess of a person, but somehow I think I'm more ready to be a twenty-something than we all think. I was probably built for this.
Somehow I still think its possible to become the man I always wanted to be, I've just found an entirely different recipe. Sure, I'm sort of a mess of a person, but somehow I think I'm more ready to be a twenty-something than we all think. I was probably built for this.