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almostalice

Author bio:

"Know that although some terrible things have happened to you, there is much more good in the world than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events might just be the beginning of a journey. "

Hi, I'm Ally! I think this is the third time I've changed my bio since October, and I don't have a problem with that at all. Maybe I'm far more vain and self obsessed than I originally thought I was. So that makes me like a lion: very proud and majestic.

I like to relate people to animals, see. My best friend Jess would be considered a butterfly-- She has this amazing ability to make everyone in a room smile just by entering. My little brother would be a penguin-- even with the constant threat of freezing to death or being eaten by polar bears they still manage to waddle around and generally be adorable.
Penguins are survivors.
If I wasn't a lion I'd probably be some other form of cat. I adore cats, and my current total is seven. Five of which reside in my tiny matchbox of a room. I come home and actually meow back to their adorable little meows.

Horses make me cry.

I'm afraid of a lot of things. Horses, open water, that gap in between the escalator and the ground. Watching other people get needles makes me queasy but I have no problems with getting them myself. I'm afraid of waking up one day when I'm older and wondering where on earth all of the years have gone. I'm afraid of looking back and having a past littered with regrets. I'm afraid that when I die, I wouldn't have made a big difference in anyone's life.

But being afraid is okay.

So is being fearless.

Being fearless is not the absence of fear. Fearless is getting up and trying, over and over again, even though every other time before you've lost.
Fearless is holding yourself at someone else's mercy.
Fearless is taking a leap of faith.
Fearless is having courage. All it takes is five seconds of courage and something great will happen.
Fearless is just saying 'yes'.

I've recently had to come to terms with my own mortality.
I've had to come to terms with the fact that I won't live to see my little brother, who is the only person I am certain that I love, get married.
And you know what? I'm fine with it. I'm okay with knowing that I am going to die young.

You live a little different when you have the knowledge that something is killing you without you even knowing. It’s a sign of betrayal, what I have, it's like my body is conspiring against me. I'm certain that I am stronger than my body thinks.

I'm more inclined to look at the beautiful things in my life, though.
I've started to fall back in love with my old childhood toys, and added to the box that remains under my bed. The most recent of which is a pink and purple dragon I've named Meredith.
I've gone through my postcards. I've spent four years collecting postcards from all over the world. I love looking at all of the different cultures and flavours of a country.

I've always wanted to put money in my pocket, a jumper in my backpack, and go to the airport, asking them for the first ticket out of Sydney.
Don't get me wrong. I love Sydney, but I wish I could have a bit of change in my life. Again with the wistful thinking. I can't be blamed for being an optimist, though: It's a Pisces thing.

I'm sorry if I've never had the opportunity to meet you. I promise I'm not as scary or crazy as I originally seem! Pop me a message and I'm sure I'll be able to strike up a conversation about something: cats, sweaters, knitting, taylor swift, birthday presents and my extensive collection of hair ribbons

--Ally