Okay, here’s
the deal. You don’t need to have all of your shit together in order to count.
No, really. The truth is that even the people around you who seem to know what
they’re doing, and act like they’re in control of their lives, are mostly
faking it. Yes, even that person. Even the most together and on-the-ball person
you know, who always pays their bills on time and never has a hair out of
place. None of us knows what we’re doing most of the time. No matter how high
or how hard you climb, there will never be a plateau you can reach where
suddenly everything in your life magically sorts itself out and makes complete
sense.
There is
always one more hill to climb. We don’t all reach a certain age and then feel
like we fit in or belong. In one way or another, every one of use feels like an
outcast, a fake, and we’re all desperately hoping that the person sitting next
to us doesn’t notice that we don’t belong. There is never an age when you’re
too old to feel vulnerable, or like the world’s biggest fool.
Just remember
that you’re not alone. Some people may hide it very well, but the reality is
that we’re all fumbling around in the dark trying to find the damn light
switch, bumping into furniture along the way. Sometimes, it’s even fun. More
often, it’s terrifying. The best times are a little bit of both.
You can get
hurt. You will get hurt, eventually.
That’s all right, too. It happens to everyone. We all bleed and bruise.
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