Suddenly, every song was about you.
Love is hard. And difficult. And trying. And exhausting. And trying to find love in this world full of left swipes and horror dates is even more tiring, and sometimes you wonder if you should even bother. But then you turn to the group text you have with your siblings, or you pull up to your parents’ house and park yourself at their dinner table, or you connect with a cousin you haven’t seen in a few years on Facebook, and you remember — oh yeah. That’s what love is. That’s family. Even through the worst parts of growing up, they’ve always loved you. And if they can see you through that, then maybe there’s love out there in this world that’s reason enough for you to keep on.
To do science, you need art. To do art, you need science.
Sometimes when I’m discouraged about where I’m at and ungrateful for what I have, I wonder what my twelve-year-old self would say. I realize she’d think my life turned out really sweet. She’d be excited that I can eat ice cream whenever I want and have a movie marathon after midnight. She’d love that I can get on an airplane by myself. She’d be thrilled that I have my own car. She’d be proud that I’m not afraid of the dark and surprised that I’m not so shy. She’d be impressed by other things that I view as mediocre now. It may sound completely silly, but when I look at my life through the lens of my twelve-year-old self it looks pretty darn spectacular. How easily we cease to be impressed. I don’t want to lose that childlike wonder and magic. What would your twelve-year-old self say about you and your life now?