Collision
kəˈlɪʒ(ə)n/
noun
noun: collision; plural noun: collisions
1.
an instance of one moving object or person striking violently against another.
I think that would be the perfect word to describe my life now. I’m literally colliding with everything, from the stupidest mistakes I have ever made, to the crappiest conflict I have ever gotten into, to the shittiest report card grade, to the luckiest math test I have ever scraped, to the sweetest reunion ever.
I collide into unexpected things. A lot. Sometimes it’s good, sometimes not so. Most of the times both good or bad take me equally by surprise, and leave similar amounts of impact on me either positively or negatively. I want to choose to see things positively.
It’s the smallest things that ignites a burning fire. I wouldn’t ever underestimate the power of small, unworthy of noticing things because every huge thing begins with a small, unnoticeable thing. I trust that.
I’m thankful of God’s gift to me, I’m thankful for what I’m blessed to have – something extremely rare to find and not a lot of people have. I’m thankful of all the love, the kindness and cooperation I receive everyday in my life. I’m thankful for forgiveness for all the wrong things I’ve done, and I’m thankful for everything that has happened regardless of good or bad, because that’s just the way this world should be.
I collide into a lot of things, some have very deep impacts on me. I collide into things on accident – a lot. But maybe, if fate has it – this is how I should be. A reckless girl on the loose, crash-coursing life’s intentions for me, changing plans originally made, and making new opportunities out of pure chance.
I am a wreck, but if I am, I want to be a good one. I want to make a good mess, a mess I would look back one day and be like, damn I’m glad I messed up.
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