Often I wonder how in the world I could possibly be so lucky. I have some of the must truly wonderful people in my life. There are no words to describe my gratitude for this gift from the universe or God or whoever is in charge of this stuff, but I'm going to do my best to let everyone know how great one of my friends is right here, right now.
For the sake of her anonymity (not finna blow her spot), we'll call her Daisy.
Daisy is quite possibly the single coolest human being I've ever come into contact with. Her wardrobe consists of funky pieces she DIY-ed, thrifted vintage finds, and random sweaters or pants or shoes that you look at and think no one should ever wear until she slips them on and they instantly and magically turn you green with envy. Don't let that fool you, though, she is also insanely down to earth and humble, and will look at you, wide eyed and surprised, anytime you give her a compliment because she is absolutely never expecting to be praised for just being her.
Her artistic skills and soulful voice will blow the most dedicated hipsters clear out of the water. Her creativity is boundless, whether she is painting flowers on a pair of shoes or writing her own song or tackling some insurmountable recipe with grace and finesse. She can take your favorite song, cover it, and make you love it even more than you realized you could love your favorite song. Everything Daisy touches becomes a little bit prettier, and she has no idea she's even doing it.
Adventures with Daisy are better than adventures with any other person you know. Running around the streets of Paris searching for my favorite crêperie is a great adventure we had. But getting coffee and sitting on the ground in the middle of downtown Albany, ten minutes from my house is wild and fulfilling alongside her, too. She's the kind of friend you're grateful to have because you can take your bra off around her without feeling awkward and she'll tell you if you have spinach in your teeth. You will always laugh with her, but you can sit in silence for an hour or two and know that whatever you are thinking is understood without exchanging any words. Her presence alone makes your day brighter.
Above all, what I think makes me admire her the most, is how she is so fiercely herself. There is no other eighteen year old who I know that is so fearlessly being the person they dream of being. Willing to tackle any challenge and equally willing to fail, as she knows she will at least learn something. She says exactly what is on her mind. If you dare to debate her, she will graciously accept your challenge, and respectively leave you dazed and confused and certainly having learned something new. God forbid she saw you spit on social justice in someway, I promise you will turn away from her with your tail between your legs. The courage to take a stand in being moral, or just to take a stand in anything, is something society sorely lacks. If every young person in the world had even a tenth of the zest for life that Daisy has, the potential triumphs of the human race would be limitless.
Daisy is the person in your life that makes you realize despite sometimes being disappointed by one person, there is always someone or something not far behind, to reinstate your sunshine.
Kayli the Dreamer
Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Thursday, November 14, 2013
hello world
Hello world.
I've decided to take to the blogosphere for the umpteenth time in my life. I have always found comfort in hearing other people's stories, so here I am to share some of mine.
My name is Kayli. I'm a hot mess of an 18 year old girl trying to figure out what I'm doing in the world. I'm from Albany, New York, currently living in the Bronx and attending Manhattan College. New York City has always been one of my grandest dreams and now that I'm finally here I don't know exactly what to do with myself. Peanut-butter and Jelly is my favorite food (smooth, Skippy peanut-butter, chunks make me vom). I cry a lot, sometimes because I'm sad, a lot of times because I'm happy, but I just think you should know that about me. When the Eiffel Tower sparkles for two minutes every hour I have a hard time looking away because I think if magic is real, that is what magic is. Travel, people, learning, and the French language are my greatest passions in life. Vienna by Billy Joel is my favorite song of all time. The Wizard of Oz has been my favorite movie since always, though When Harry Met Sally is a solid second. I'm currently in a pink-loving phase that I don't think I'll grow out of. I can spend hours in both downtown Albany and the Metropolitan Museum of Art with no purpose and still turn a corner and be wowed. I'm a terrible liar and a wonderful secret keeper. My uniform is, for the most part, leggings, a pair of toms, a v-neck, a backpack, my pink RLP baseball hat (backwards of course), and lots and lots of mascara. I have a fish named Lucy, a copy of Les Misérables I hope to finish reading before I die, and a lot of dreams.
My hope is that my stories will be successful in making at least one person's day.
I've decided to take to the blogosphere for the umpteenth time in my life. I have always found comfort in hearing other people's stories, so here I am to share some of mine.
My name is Kayli. I'm a hot mess of an 18 year old girl trying to figure out what I'm doing in the world. I'm from Albany, New York, currently living in the Bronx and attending Manhattan College. New York City has always been one of my grandest dreams and now that I'm finally here I don't know exactly what to do with myself. Peanut-butter and Jelly is my favorite food (smooth, Skippy peanut-butter, chunks make me vom). I cry a lot, sometimes because I'm sad, a lot of times because I'm happy, but I just think you should know that about me. When the Eiffel Tower sparkles for two minutes every hour I have a hard time looking away because I think if magic is real, that is what magic is. Travel, people, learning, and the French language are my greatest passions in life. Vienna by Billy Joel is my favorite song of all time. The Wizard of Oz has been my favorite movie since always, though When Harry Met Sally is a solid second. I'm currently in a pink-loving phase that I don't think I'll grow out of. I can spend hours in both downtown Albany and the Metropolitan Museum of Art with no purpose and still turn a corner and be wowed. I'm a terrible liar and a wonderful secret keeper. My uniform is, for the most part, leggings, a pair of toms, a v-neck, a backpack, my pink RLP baseball hat (backwards of course), and lots and lots of mascara. I have a fish named Lucy, a copy of Les Misérables I hope to finish reading before I die, and a lot of dreams.
My hope is that my stories will be successful in making at least one person's day.
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