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HAVE I KNOWN YOU 20 SECONDS OR 20 YEARS? —TAYLOR SWIFT, LOVER
I’ve spent the last thirty-five years trying to prove my place in this world, and I don’t want to spend the next thirty doing the same. I want to be successful and respected for what I’ve accomplished. Not for who I am.
I’ve learned that in life, you get what you give. So I’d rather put more good in the world than not.
“You’re adorable, but also, that makes me feel kinda sad for you. I don’t like knowin’ you’re so used to bein’ treated poorly that when someone is kind, you think they need a reason.”
“For what they’re missing in life. Love. Adventure. Holiday magic. Acceptance. But ultimately, I think the lost ones are lookin’ for a place to feel at home.
“What? You’ve got something to prove?” She clears her throat. “I do, actually. But isn’t that life? We’re all on this planet trying to prove something to someone. If we’re good enough, smart enough, rich enough, pretty enough, popular enough, loved enough… I could keep going.”
Once you stop trying to prove yourself to other people and put yourself first, you’ll be a lot happier in life.
I don’t like how she’s so hard on herself. When she has the slightest mishap, she becomes her own worst enemy. If she learns anything while she’s here, I want her to know it’s okay to be human, to fuck up every once in a while. I think her and her happy mistakes are perfect. They prove she’s not an emotionless robot who does everything as it should be.
“Sometimes mistakes end up being miracles in disguise.”
“I don’t have to give away my joy and be miserable to make someone happy. It’s not a barter system or an exchange.” “You’re right,” she says. “Your boundaries matter. You matter.”
The first thirty-five years of my life I spent trying to prove myself to a world that didn’t give a shit about me. The next thirty-five years, I want to prove to myself that I deserve to be happy.
Several articles have been printed about us online. You’d think we were a football player and a pop star with how much they’ve recently mentioned us.
Gee, I wonder who they could be alluding to, lol.
“Be comfortable in your skin. Be yourself. You have nothin’ to prove to nobody. Just showin’ up is enough.”
I love a new beginning, but usually, with that comes a chapter closing.
“Okay, boomer.” “Excuse me? I’m a millennial,” I tell her, pretending to be offended. “Sorry you didn’t grow up in one of the coolest decades ever.” “Sure. I’m so sad.”
