If you were to have asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up, whether it have been a week ago or even three years ago, I would have easily told you that I wanted nothing more than to be happy. But now, this concept has become almost foreign to my mystique. I have begin to feel as if that this “ideal” of striving for happiness alone is so dangerous. When I’m in my feelings, I’m told to “cheer up.” But in that point in time, I don’t want to. And I shouldn’t have to. I want you to feel with me. And I should have the liberty to indulge in every emotion that comes my way because that’s a beautiful thing about being human. Being able to feel. Being able to self-reflect. Out of sadness and disparity, one can learn so much about themselves. Your true character starts to shine when you’re faced with obstacles.
And with that said, let me grow. Explore. Escape. Experience! I have my whole life ahead of me, and that comes with the good AND the bad. And I’m not just going to gloss over either one of them. So, if you were to now ask me what I wanted to be when I grow up, I will tell you to merely be whole.