Wouldn’t it be very boring if we were all the same? I love people who are different: the eccentrics, outcasts and those who dance along to their own beat. Those people are the shining stars in the dark sky, the sprinkles on the ice-cream sundae, the ones who seek out and embrace unchartered territory. I don’t know what you call what I’ve written below, if there’s a name for it? I was thinking of how sometimes people are looking for perfect, but they end up with the perfect that’s not on paper.
Beautiful, graceful, accomplished.
Bodacious, gregarious, adventurous.