I have my limits. I probably shouldn't jump off a building, believing I can fly. Probably not a good idea.
Me, personally- I'm not bulletproof.
You cut me, I'll bleed, just like you. Yeah, okay. That's normal. I'd probably panic more if you cut me and no blood came out--worried about what then is running through my veins if not blood...is this the Matrix?
But other than that I am pretty invincible. In a manner of speaking.
Today at brunch my friends and I discussed this awkward, in-between period of extended adolescence. (I hope it's not extended adolescence!) It's an odd stage. How does one show gratitude toward parents and family, yet insist that one should be independent?
Eh, it's pointless to over-diagnose this stage of my life.
Why even diagnose?!
Why can't I just keep going?
So, I have too many dreams. My one friend doesn't have any. It doesn't seem that either option proves productive, so our only option is to keep moving forward.
Me, personally- I'm not bulletproof.
You cut me, I'll bleed, just like you. Yeah, okay. That's normal. I'd probably panic more if you cut me and no blood came out--worried about what then is running through my veins if not blood...is this the Matrix?
But other than that I am pretty invincible. In a manner of speaking.
Today at brunch my friends and I discussed this awkward, in-between period of extended adolescence. (I hope it's not extended adolescence!) It's an odd stage. How does one show gratitude toward parents and family, yet insist that one should be independent?
Eh, it's pointless to over-diagnose this stage of my life.
Why even diagnose?!
Why can't I just keep going?
So, I have too many dreams. My one friend doesn't have any. It doesn't seem that either option proves productive, so our only option is to keep moving forward.
Perhaps this is preachy, or maybe I'm annoyingly positive, but if you let my perkiness stop you from pursuing your dreams, well, then, we are made of two different stuffs.
You're important. But you're not Atlas.
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