Life Of Raheel Awan

Previously

…I thought about Princess Fluffybutt III. She wasn't trying to be a Golden Retriever or a stoic bulldog. She was a poodle, a tiny, yappy, tyrannical poodle, and she was unapologetically herself. And in her own chaotic way, she was magnificent. Maybe my life wasn’t a failed attempt at conformity. Maybe it was a wildly experimental, slightly derailed, but ultimately unique journey. Maybe the abstract art on that spreadsheet wasn't a mistake, but a glimpse of a different way of seeing things. Maybe my awkwardness wasn't a flaw, but a feature. The existential dread hadn't vanished entirely, but it had lost its sharpest edges. It was