Why The Unicorn Is My Spirit Animal

creative writing, mental illness awareness, personal reflection

The story of my life is an elusive one. Some parts ai remember, other parts are locked in a prison far far away. I don’t mind it. I just figure some parts aren’t supposed to surface until just the right time.

Other memories pop up like fire crackers when I’m least expecting them. I imagine a unicorn transcends time. It’s cool all the time. I like to think the unicorn is tough on the outside while on the inside, it is filled with confetti-like glitter. Sometimes, that glitter is all sitting at the bottom like pennies at the bottom of a piggy bank, but sometimes, when something super magical happens, it floats around like balloons at a party.

The unicorn is my spirit animal because:

1. They are edgy. Like me. Somedays I can be quite amiable, other days I’m like a feral cat. Just depends on the day, hour, or minute.

2. They are elusive. I have weekends where I like to be around the people I love in my life, and other weekends I like to love from afar.

3. They are different. If that’s not the pot calling the kettle black. I don’t know what is. I don’t necessarily feel like I fit in to this world on most days. On good days, I feel like a window shopper stopping to check out beautifully arranged scenes that I don’t fit in.

Finally, and it may seem a little arrogant (I don’t mean it to be), but the unicorn is my spirit animal because, despite all these differences, they are still downright awesome. I like to think I approach awesome at times. And I hope you get to meet me when I do.

What is your spirit animal? Why and when fo you approach awesome? I know you do.

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