I feel as if I’ve grown up a lot this year. I’m also growing older.
The girl who started this blog in 2013 has come a long way. That being said, I still have a long way to go.
Some days, I look back and see how far I’ve come. I also look forward, knowing the road ahead won’t be an easy one.
Maybe I’m being melodramatic. It wouldn’t be the first time. But I feel like I’ve been given a second chance at life. And I don’t want to waste the time remaining.
Recently, I’ve been grappling with the following question: is it better to have loved and lost than never love at all?
As much as I hate losing, I’d rather love and lose than never love. Even if 10 months from now, I don’t love anymore. That’s OK. We grow. We outgrow too.
Life is too short to never love, to always hate. I think in order to live and love, we have to take risks. I’d like to be able to live fearlessly.
Maybe we lose what’s wrong in order to find what’s right.