She never was content with doing the same thing the same way more than once. After she mastered tying her shoes, she had to do it faster and then with her eyes closed. If she could do a trick on her scooter using her right foot, then it must be completed with the left. Anyone can walk through the house with in the daylight or with the lights on but not many people can master the steep stairs in pitch darkness. But she could.
The English language was far to straight-forward, she made up her own modes of communication. The inanimate objects that surround us must serve some higher purpose, she assigned them personalities and goals and gave life to a weary world.
This world could not contain her, logic and gravity had no claim on her soul. There were infinite lands to be explored and infinite ideas to be born.
This wasn’t a hectic rush to break social norms but an intentional oblivion to society’s restrictive ideas of how to live. This wasn’t being an individual just for the sake of standing out in the crowd but forgetting that the crowd existed. This was forgetting that the wind tangled others’ hair and that the sun warmed others’ faces. This was forgetting that the map of life already had boundaries etched into it and a compass pointing everyone in the same direction. This was living life differently.