At nineteen, you think really stupid trivial things like losing your virginity or running away or getting a job that makes you lots of money will change your life in the dramatic way that it needs. You think big wowing tangible concepts like a cute girl or shaving your head or a new pair of glasses will really change the essence of your jilted life. But really, it’s just more broken glass for you to step on.

What changes the world around you, and not just your perception of it, is when one of those little gears in your head starts spinning the other direction. The one that tells you to be dishonest, or the one that tells you to bottle up your feelings. The one that makes you so sure of what love is. Or the one that makes you scared of it.

Or maybe it’s the smallest one that grinds away your heart a little bit every day as you find out the truth of things. The really unwanted truth; that love can often be running in circles down a one way street, that the path to where you want to be loops around more often than you think, and that you yourself might just be more confusing than the world around you.

Epiphany is when one of these gears stops. Happiness is what shines through when you start rolling it the other way. And this reflects on the broken glass around you more beautifully than all the diamonds in the world.