This year has taught me that life is more unpredictable than you can imagine.
That the world hands out heartbreak easily – like tossing candy in a parade.
That time is short and never guaranteed – your own, and the time you get with those you love.
So I have grown quite impatient with the bullshittery, and worrying what others think (which I’ve always let bother me too much.) My plan know is to seek happiness wherever I can, hold it tightly when I find it, and give less care to those who want to judge, bring down, add negativity to the world.
I’m the author of this story. I get to decide how it is written.
