I’ll be eighteen this year and it is quite unnerving that I don’t think that I have anything that I could hold up gracefully and proud and say something like “Yeah this is my own”. I think that I’ve been redirected to many times, easily. I’ve been redirected by people that don’t necessarily know me. I’ve accepted remolded definitions of what I held as important and I’m realizing now that that is unacceptable.
I’ll be eighteen this year. I can’t say that I’m lost anymore because I know where I am and I know where I’m supposed to be and I know how to get there, yet still I consciously choose to stay stationary. I don’t want to be a chemical engineer or anything similar to it. I love stories. I want to become acutely aware of the human story. I love writing.
To realize this and noisily break away from the continuous assent is easier said than done, but possible. Reality can be changed. Reality is yours to create. Reality is mine to create. No more regularizing self. I pray I stay awake.
Love, Light and Freedom
--Kerry-Ann Davis
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