This past year, I noticed something. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. This is a bit of a problem here, seeing as I will be officially grown in less than a year. I have noticed something else this past year too. Writing is the only thing I have ever done that people have consistently enjoyed. But saying something like ‘I want to be a writer’ is like saying 'I believe in unicorns.' It sounds perfectly fine in the fantasy world of your head, but say it allowed under the presence of harsh reality, and you just end up looking the fool.
peace.
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