someone once told me that i am remarkable. and i didn’t understand it. who wants to live up to those kind of expectations, you know? i fought it, thinking “i’m just me and there is nothing remarkable about that.” but really, we should all be so lucky as to have someone tell us such a thing in our lives.
so i decided, that yes, i do want to accept it. i can be whatever adjective i want. i’ve been trying hard in the recent months to really do things that are meaningful to me, to fill my life with happiness, art, creativity, books and love and as much wonder and delight that i can fit in. and what’s living if it’s not doing that ALL THE TIME.
be remarkable. why not?