I find myself inspired, genuinely, for the first time in a long time. Not for any purpose, not forced, not for any reason at all- inspired. By words and people and by hope. See, this lost being wandering around aimlessly girl has been so pitiful. Me. But I re-discovered a piece of myself, and when I connect to myself in the slightest; well, I am unstoppable. I am unbeatable, undeniably a force to be reckoned with. I am MRB. To be MRB is to be me in the most raw, authentic, and vulnerable form.
You see, I remembered something. I remember why I haven't given up. Why I haven't stopped fighting. Because I deserve a chance. Simply put. I deserve a chance. For what you ask? Everything. I deserve a chance to succeed, to fail, to fall and to fly. I deserve the chance to love and be loved. To cry and break down to the floor, to laugh until my stomach aches in a good way. To feel, really feel again. I deserve a chance for it all, or for none of it. To see the world or to never leave. To write a book or to never read again. To dance around carelessly, to trip and land clumsily shortly after. To share my story; to have a story to tell.
You see... I deserve a chance. I deserve to give myself one.