I’ll always be that girl sitting by the window waiting for the rain to stop,
never going outside,
Because I don’t have an umbrella,
And I don’t want to get wet,
It’s prettier to watch it rain safe behind the glass,
Because what no one ever told me is that eventually,
I will dry off.
How do you stay happy about something you know you’ll be quitting anyway? How do you keep going when they say you aren’t good enough? How do you accept that you aren’t meant to do everything (not even close)? How? I don’t know. Good question though.