I remember waking up in the mornings eager for the day ahead of me. A constant craving of new and change, ready to take a bite out of it with a genuine smile spread across my face. I was a risk taker, a go getter... I took pleasure in the little things from sunsets to great conversations. I thrived on it. Another great pleasure was doing what people said I couldn't do. I think there is quite a few of us in the world who were born to break the rules and really taste life. And I would do just that. Those were the days where I really felt alive. I would be lying if I said I felt anything remotely close to that now. I feel as though I have completely lost my appetite for life. I am only twenty six... I am clearly hitting this 'Eat Pray Love' stage a little to early in life. But maybe it has nothing to do with our number rather our experiences. Our experiences define a great deal of who we really are. We make mistakes, we often end up or feel alone. We often have hidden regrets, but I like to think of them more as lessons. There are others to help us, teach us, guide us along the way, but the lesson to be learned is always ours. That is what shapes and molds us into, well us.
Someone once said 'whether I am right or wrong, whether I find a place in this world or never belong, I gotta be me, what else can I be than what I am' - That girl I used to be, I still am.
Everyone has a story, just not everyone gets the chance to tell it. I think I am ready to tell my story...
