Chirywrites

We used to write compositions talking about feeling butterflies in our stomachs. As it would turn out, I used to write that and never felt it. I now do feel them, and all I can say is that the feeling is better than writing about it. When I look at my smile in the mirror, I know for a fact that this is a beautiful feeling. I do not take for granted this space that I am in, for it is an answered prayer, and above all, it is a beautiful miracle. I wouldn’t have gotten this far on my own; heck,  I would never have survived any of it on my own. I am a girl who loves peace, and my dreams had this picture where I didn’t have to worry about a thing.As it would turn out, adulting is the ghetto, and there’s not a day you wouldn’t have to worry. Isn’t that the painful truth about human existence? I have achieved one thing, though: contentment. Each day comes with its own surprises, but I know for a fact that the goal is to stay sane. To enjoy the butterflies,to smile, and to realize that what I have right here, right now, was once a dream. Oh, and the butterflies come with a glow, smooth skin, and good sleep. Now I can write about them, for I have felt them and I have loved every second of it.