All of us believe that we are meant to be extraordinary. That belief drives our choices of the paths we take. Ironically, that belief is what makes us just as ordinary as the next person. What’s beautiful is that even in the face of all that ordinariness, knowing that the odds are stacked against our favour in our quest to be extraordinary, we push ourselves to do more and prove our worth. Isn’t that persistence extraordinary?
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Bookworm No More
We chose to dive into worlds that promised adventure and acceptance. We would feel proud when our parents introduced us to others as a reader. It was (a part of) our identity, and out of habit, we continue to say it. Yet, now there’s guilt that seeps in instantly. Am I really worthy of calling myself a reader when I don’t really read that way anymore?
Past the Racket 