I love to read, I can literally spend hours in the thrills
of a good novel and completely cut the world out so that the characters and I can
embark on a journey together. I have a very visual imagination so I often find
that it would put it into pictures hence I am not picky about endings as long
as at the end I can feel like “I got it”, like I understood the plot.
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| Little Me |
Lately I have been thinking of life (my own) as a book; with
all its chapters culminating various stages, highlights and lowlights of my 27
years on this planet. Granted this is not as long as most, but I sure have
learnt a thing or two.
It would have to starting with my first fond memories of
garden tea parties when I was 4, through to my peculiar child hood where I have
always had an opinion and a mother who would listen to my every entertaining
word – when I was 7/8 I refused to go to bed at bedtime because I felt that my
brain didn’t need all the hours of sleep and I would become so animated in my
theory that my parents would just let me stay up.
Through my odd days as a teenager, I was not a difficult
teen but I was definitely always different
- I preferred a good book over parties, drugs or boys. There is a part of me now that thinks I have
taken the world way too seriously before my time and another that is grateful
that I have somehow always known myself enough to know when to stop, step ahead
or step away.
My journey from18 to now would be the bulk of it; because
here I have learnt about love (the kind that does not change or falter), loss (as
no-one lives forever), sacrifice (the art of walking away), friendships (the
kind that deals with shit and still stands) and to chase my dreams even if it
takes me a little longer to get there.
I am not sure which chapter I am on right now however I
think turning 28 in a few months will probably require a few new priorities.
It
promises to be interesting!
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