Kismet
Some memories we collect for prosperity, some for the story, and then there are some I collect just for me, and I keep them on the very top of my bookshelf where no one can see- not even I. With fondness, I have held the memories of my cringiest moments close to my heart. I have never once thought of myself as small for having those moments, because I now get to look back on them. I look back on them and I think of myself as having grown past that stage. Yet, I find that Im wanting that kind of courage once more, the kind that never cared for the consequences of loving too hard and hating just the same, never cared for the thin line that existed between. The kind of courage that made all my dreams come true, the kind that pushed me forward all the time. At one point in my life after I thought I had lost that courage, I thought of myself as clarity. I learned to maintain eye contact and to pay real attention to what people are saying and what they're not. I think...