I’ve made the executive decision that the things I go through are worth it. Good, bad, ugly… they’re all worth it.
I know love… and I know Love. I know sadness, and I’ve seen sorrow. I’ve hit rock bottom — or as “rock bottom” as a 21 year old can get in the course of a life not yet fully lived — and I’ve risen above it, with a little help from my friends.
I know contentment, and I know happiness. I definitely prefer the latter. And by accepting that life is a work in progress, I am prepared to take whatever knocks come my way. I might bitch, and I might complain… I might even shed a few tears. But this is the testament: I know it’s going to happen. I signed up for it, and I’m on board… the whole way.
