I didn’t need to be beautiful to lead a beautiful life.
I didn’t need to be perfect to comprehend how amazing I was at the height of my youth.
I didn’t need to have a million and one friends to feel validated and applauded.
I didn’t need to move to New York in order to make impossible dreams — possible.
I didn’t need to pretend to like everyone when the pool of likes was almost too shallow to wade in.
I didn’t need to wait for the guy to sweep me off my feet because love never requires that much work.
I did need to make the mistakes I made in order to mature with the tattoos of knowledge and acknowledgement.
I did need to sacrifice everything for nothing in order to decipher if everything means anything at all.
I did need to watch myself evolve into a surprise that is taking a lot longer to recover from — but the residue won’t condense my staunch spirit — ever.
I do fear for tomorrow which means that I am in fact getting older.