It’s odd, looking back at the years that changed you. The moments you can pick out on your roadmap of memories and say, this one.. this is the moment I let go and started living, or this is the moment I remembered my worth and this is the moment I knew they were a true friend. But the moments I can’t pick out? The ones where people you looked up to, the ones you thought were true - where on the map do they begin and end? Or were they this way, all along? Everything has changed it seems, but deep down I have a feeling - this is the way it’s always been. 24, thank you for the lessons that have made me wiser, the ones that made me build the ground I now stand on.
Strong, selective and thankful.