an extraordinary person

someone once told me

it takes a long time to make an extraordinary person

i scooped those words up like a dehydrated fool scrounging for water
and i cherished them.
i would only share them on rare occasions.
you know, those times when a loved one is having a break down
because this thing called being-an-adult is a lot more challenging than anyone ever mentioned.
yeah, those moments.

those moments where you cannot breathe because the tears are falling faster than you can sop up.
where you really let life creep in and scare the fuck out of you.

twenty five.
you'll be twenty-five.
you will have spent the last year of your life working away in classes
trying to stand out in applications
and not adding anything of the remarkable sort to your resume.
twenty five.
no pension.
no work experience.
twenty five.
what if you don't get in?

aye.
that is a question that i am just not willing to stare in the face.

but, then again,
what if you do get in?

i cannot answer these questions for myself.
but i can murmur words of encouragement as i rub my swollen eyes


it takes a long time to make an extraordinary person.



there are many things i do not know

and one thing i do.

i am trying.
and that is enough.
damnit, it has to be.