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.