According to societies standards, I was far more beautiful in my 20s, but I don't see it that way. Sure, my body was younger and smoother and a bit perkier, but I was so caught up in judging myself that I couldn't see or enjoy any of it.
Knowing you don't like your job, isn't enough. Knowing you're not happy in your relationship, isn't enough. Knowing the life you're living isn't what you really want, isn't enough. You've got to know what you DO want.
But there are questions in me that need answers - hidden truths that my soul longs to uncover, art my hands came to create, projects only I can birth, and I'd have to medicate myself to silence them. Yea, I don't much like pills and alcohol doesn't suit me; I suppose I'll have to keep moving forward.
I'm with the dirty mouth girls. The ones with bare feet, brilliant minds, messy hair, wild hearts and feisty spirits. The ones who aren't afraid to speak up and who live for doing what they've been told is impossible.