The world needs the real you.
The you who cries at sappy commercials.
The you who makes a wish every time she blows a dandelion clock.
The you who loses track of time when talking to a friend.
The you who mourns the end of a good book series.
The you who speaks up when she notices things aren’t quite right.
The you who finds joy in creating.
The you who switches her favorite food/color/song/outfit just because she feels like it.
The you who walks/skips/runs purposefully but also welcomes serendipitous detours.
Isn’t it funny how the real you resembles little you?
Perhaps all we need to do is re-embrace our inner child.
