I didn’t know that having more niggling pains in your body meant you spring out of bed earlier and with more appreciation.

I didn’t know that having survived darkness of immense proportions meant that you get given keys to a parlour of light.

I didn’t know that being older meant that you are wise enough to know how little you know.

I didn’t know that getting better meant knowing that its always a balancing act.

I didn’t know that having me as myself meant that I am the one who met all the wonderful people in my life and not the imposter who still attempts to convince me that I am not worthy of love.