The person you wish you could be.

10th August 2010

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The person you wish you could be.

Dear myself,

Everyday, we make our own decisions. Whether or not to get out of bed. To smoke. To drink. To drive. To walk. To have a job. To go to that job. To hate. To love. To live.
Sometimes we forget just how in control we really are.

As children, we want to be old. And when we are old, we long to be children again.
Let the feeling wash over you, accept it, and move on from it. Enjoy feelings of need and desire, just don’t let them morph you into something you don’t want to be.
It is by wanting that we become.

First day of pre-primary I split my chin open, climbing things that shouldn’t have been climbed. The scar under my chin reminds you that adventure will always be apart of my life. I long for it, and somehow it always finds it’s way to me.

When I was ten, my father and I were playing chasey around our house. I slipped and fell on a picture frame, glass shattering everywhere, puncturing through my skin. As I run my fingers over the hypertrophic mark on my right knee, I am reminded that sometimes pleasure and pain are entwined together. Sometimes you’ve just gotta look beyond what has happened to you, and find something better.
Life is what we make it.

We all know the lava game. Jumping around on furniture, the floor is lava and you cannot touch it. I did end up on the floor, facedown, as I fell and my tooth went through my lip. Regardless, I learnt to keep smiling no matter how much it may hurt me. In this case I’m talking literally.

I am perfect in my own imperfection.
What people think of me isn’t important to me. What I think of them, is.

Lots of love,