Thursday, August 21, 2014

What We're Made Of

 
We’ve all heard the nursery rhyme “What Are Little Boys Made Of?” You know: Boys are made from snips and snails and puppy-dog’s tails and little girls are sugar and spice and everything nice. Yeah, well, that’s all crap. We’re made of a heck of a lot more than that.
We’re actually made of the people we come home to when we’re little. We’re made of their positive examples and negative attributes. We’re made of their habits, their words, and the way they look at the world. We’re what they’ve taught us, their tough love, and childhood memories. We grow up, move on, and form our own opinions, but they’re still what we’re made of.
We’re made of our friends’ laughter and the tears from the sadness of their first heartbreak. We’re made of late nights, long conversations, and the crappy unhealthy junk we eat when we’re together. We’re made of bad decisions, college choices, headwraps, failed savings funds to move out of the state, and of our best friend’s mom’s sweet tea. We’re all unique and one-of-a-kind, but we’re still made of each other.
We’re made of birthday cards, first loves, and the first time our hearts actually felt something. We’re made of disappointments, irresponsible choices, and our (many, many, many) favorite songs. We’re made of the visions we have of the way life is supposed to be. We’re made of dreams, colors, the air we breathe, and the ground we’re standing on. We’re made of second (third, fourth, fifth…) chances and the people we’ve left behind. We’re made of the pain we’ve felt and the optimism we still have despite the odds. We’re made of sunsets, our happy places, and our favorite books. We’re made of memories and our commute to work. We’re made of the drive to be more and the positive vibes our favorite people pass on. We’re made of everything we’ve ever seen, felt, and heard.
We’re made of so much more than water, tissue, oxygen, puppy-dogs tails, sugar, and atoms… What we’re made of is infinite. Infinite possibilities, hopes, dreams, and passion. That’s what we’re really made of.

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