P!nK BoW

I’ve always wished I were special. Always seen me as an extraordinary human who can have the world. This is me, a 21-year-old me, understanding that I am not extraordinary. I am not even special. I am just an ordinary person with dreams. With illusions. I don’t stand unique in the crowd. I don’t attract the eye. I am not the show stopper. These hard-core facts made me question myself one thing, "Why do you need to be extraordinary?" Since a very young age, I’ve always been on my toes to prove that I am stronger, smarter, funnier, and prettier. I sometimes still try to be that child, trying so hard to be something I am not. Now what I am here, in this stage of my life, I need nothing more than a simple life. I know I am not enough. I know I am not perfect. I know I am not beautiful. I know I am not extraordinary. And I also know that I am okay with me not being extraordinary. I try so hard to please people that I forget to honor my body and soul's efforts to make me happy....

Where I belong. I didn't realize that I had to run To find a place to call it mine, To call it home. My heart was racing faster than my legs. Out I was right into the woods, Right into the darkness, Right into the horizon. Wandering with a map and a compass. I wanted to walk but my legs wanted to run.. I was wandering, running and searching to a place where I belong I was in search of a better place, better space but all I got was a bitter fall on my face. I got up. I'm afraid that I would run far far far away towards the North searching for a place where I belong. But I ended up realizing the road is my home and that's where I belong.