This year has been like stepping on a landmine and surviving despite having lost parts of the person I used to be. I have moved forward by falling behind, by limping while others ran. I saw destruction but I also saw beauty when I crawled out from beneath the rubble to see that the sun was still beating down and the birds were still humming a tune in the distance. There comes a time when you realize that the world ticks like a bomb and most people try to run away while counting down the seconds. Yet, there is more bravery in taking a moment to stand still and think about what you have survived, not what you have left.
Be good 2017 // I.D














