Raise your hand if you ever did it.
If you’ve done it, raise your hand.
Three years. 18 years. The memories. The laughs. The tears. The smiles. Of all the combination of crazy things that had to happen in the universe to make this moment happen, and to have kept on making this moment happen (together), here we are. Still.
Who knows how much longer it will last? Who knows where we will go? Who knows what tomorrow looks like?
That is up to us.
Just when you think you’re on the right track, you’ve made all the right choices (or more right ones than wrong ones), and you’re finally an adult (or good at adulting),
when you look in the mirror, you’ve actually turned into your parents.
Not completely, not totally, but they’re there, right there.
And you won’t even know how it happened.
Why is everyone worried about if/what/why Donald Trump will make it into the White House as President of the United States, when all they have to do is collectively register to vote and use the power of Democracy to make sure that he doesn’t get elected into office?