I can so relate to this quote from the author of Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children. Into my teens, I frequently sat out in the woods hoping and waiting for Martians to take me away. I did this because I was so bored with my life and thought I was alien-like: so different from (and inferior to) my peers. But, the Martians never came.
Instead, I was forced to grow up–and into an appreciation for my one amazing life.
It took a while, but today, I am so glad that I can marvel at the miracle of:
- living things all around me
- mistakes that turn into miracles
- and the countless other humans who feel so much like I did