Everything will take care of itself.
That was always my motto.
That was what I believed.
I always thought that was the truth.
If I didn’t do anything to fix it then it would take care of itself.
I didn’t know the reason everything seemed to always work out was that someone always made sure to fix it.
That wasn’t my motto.
That wasn’t what I believed.
But that was something I would have to realize.
Otherwise, I couldn’t be an adult.
And that was what I wanted to be.
Things don’t fix themselves.
I know that now.
But I didn’t know it back then.
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Categories: flash fiction