I look back at my writing and I can see when I was at my best. Posts mark strengths and weaknesses, but the high is nowhere to be found in words. When I'm on fire, just living and completely content, words elude me. And that's okay. I've always called writing my therapy, and it seems like I always have something I need to express, a point I need to solidify in written proof, to prove to myself or no one but whoever needs it.
Even now my thoughts are less than best, and I'm writing now for a feeling of duty. I want to capture for once, the soundness of mind that comes with my favorite attitude. Yes, this is possibly my favorite feeling to experience. I have no expectations of myself; none expect to live and have the time of my life. The thing that matters most to me now, is the very fact that I'm young. My whole self is kicking up a notch at living life to its fullest. Again, I feel weightless. Life's never looked fuller. Potential is swelling and so is my excitement. Nothing in particular, not a single special prospect, but everything in my mind is settling. And just the thought of being young and having time ahead of me to live is an absolute gift.
I'll show at the party. I'll be the spontaneous weekend plans, those two girls right beside me. They make me better, and I bless every day that I can grace their lives. Bring on the new friends, the random places, and even crazier plans. Here's to living with a grip. Here's to going crazy without losing all self control. Here's to being young, and here's to living like we are.
Let the fun begin.
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