journal thirty-three.

fall hard while you’re young.

let the ground scrape your knees yet again. build calluses around your knuckles and finger tips. lose yourself in the mall with the fear to never be found. forget where you placed your favorite baby blanket, the one you carry with you everywhere.

let yourself hurt.

so when you are older now, you will know how to build yourself back up. muscle memory of having done it a thousand and one times before. these resources do not seem so foreign to you anymore.

wisdom is not built on rainbows; it’s forged from withstanding the world and smiling because rainbows still exist.

– the tears of my youth quench my thirst in age