I feel so strongly that 22 was the year I grew up :

I risked my heart, I risked my dignity. 

I explored facets of art that have succeeded and failed. Though It’s only helped make clear the path I am to take.

I learned how to fight my introvert tendencies. I’m not yet an expert, but things are progressing.

I can define what excites me and what scares me. I realize the things I’m afraid of can actually be amazing when approached with boldness and confidence.

I learned loving someone sometimes means my morals need to take a timeout. 

I've lived through mercy triumphing over judgement, over and over agin. It's a trying, yet most beautiful experience.