when i was younger, i always thought that i was special. that i was somehow exempt from life's curve balls because i was born with a get-out-of-jail-free card and would lead a forever charmed life. that's the beauty of youth and innocence. how sweet and silly i was.
life happens. in big ways, small ways, good ways, and most certainly, bad ways. but - it. does. go. on.
and then i realized - i
am special. because i still know how to live a charmed life, how to seek out that innocence and beauty of youth, even as the curve balls aim straight for my body at 90 miles an hour.
because i know how to throw back at 200 miles an hour bitch. so batter up.
(nyc)
