#latenightpoet / #earlymorningsocrates

Sometimes I lay awake at night and I ponder the way life is now.  The expectations we carry from generation to generation. Get married, go to college. Be this, do that.  I think if anything I've learned that expectations are blind spots.  If everything turned out how you wanted it, then there would be a whole lot of Disney stereotypes walking around.  Everyone wants to be a princess, but eventually princesses become queens.  They wear cute tiaras for a time, then responsibility comes and they whip out the crown so bedazzled with jewels to symbolise the weight of that crown could snap your princessey neck if you weren't careful.

The point is this: Life is what you want it to be. It's a gift made of everything you want it to be.  Dreams, hopes, fantasies.  Strange and wonderful, disgusting and maddening. You never know where it'll take you.