Never

Ye shall know the truth, and the truth shall make you mad.
–Aldous Huxley

I will never

weigh 125 pounds,

hear normally again,

learn how to program a computer, or

be good at math.

I will never look good in skinny jeans, because I will never not be knock-kneed.

I will never not love David.

I will never be ok with the fact that people I love will die.  I will never be ok with the fact that I will die.

I will never be a movie star, an elite swimmer or cyclist, or president.

I will never

be 5’8″,

go to the moon,

enjoy dusting, or

understand how a plane stays in the air.

I will never like brussels sprouts.

I will never not want to be a mother.