(im)perfectly ordinary

I have no clue if this is one or the other

Younger, less worried and still full of dreams only waiting to be realized

For as long as I can remember, I’ve felt like I was reaching out for something. It’s like standing on your toes, stretching your entire body to the point of aching. Always just a bit too far away to actually reach the things you were there to get. And when you finally get a hold of that thing, that’s when you realize that it’s only a small step on your way. My road so far has been clear. There’s been bumps and bruises from reaching too far, too soon, but I’m on track and I’m working on keeping my hold on life. And yet I’m still reaching. Not by rational thinking, not by stacking the odds and calculating the outcome, as I used to do. No. My heart is reaching out. It’s getting on it’s toes and reaching as far as it possibly can without breaking. It’s painful and it’s frustrating. But tonight it’s also comforting because it means that it’s not broken any more. Sure it aches, sure it’s surrounded by thicker walls and guarded harder than the queen. But it’s there, and it’s reaching out for life.     

5 years ago I got the worst message any person could get. Today my best friend is going through the same. I think this day is cursed.  

Pull it together Denmark