She didn’t know then what she knows now. She doesn’t know yet what she will know tomorrow. She doesn’t have all the answers yet, but she also doesn’t know all the questions yet. Sometimes she thinks it’s queer but if she really put her mind on it, she realized she was being so silly it made her laugh.
She couldn’t wait for the future to unravel, to learn what life had in store for her. She had built her own castle of glass only for it to break into pieces. But in those pieces, she found her happy place again.Little did she know, it was only the beginning.
For every story that ends in shards of glass, a new one begins, like the phoenix who rises from its ashes.