i thought 29 (nigga you might as well be 30) would be different. i thought i would have it all together & that life would be a bit smoother.
i also thought i would feel more like a grown up,
let me tell you, they sold me a dream, but i can’t be mad at it.
i don’t think ill ever have it all figured out and with that im at peace, because to remain a student of life means endless opportunities to discover new information about self.
i’m also at peace with knowing that it’s not gonna always be ok, happiness is fleeting & the fact that pain is inevitable.
in retrospect; me saying i thought life would be smoother is not so far fetched; being ok with not always being ok kind of makes things a bit easier i guess.
so here’s to 29; more self defining experiences, more laughs (& cries can’t forget the cries) more love, music & tattoos.
