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She was born a wild thing, you see. And though it was far more terrifying for her to explore the edges of this uncertain world, it was also what made her very blood sing.
dreamed I saw each person as a walking puzzle piece. Each one whole, yet part of a greater picture. I watched as some of the pieces fit together, adding to each other’s masterpiece. Then there were the ones that looked close to fitting but maybe weren’t quite right. And I saw how, out of fear, they forced themselves to fit until their edges became soft and molded into an entirely different shape. What they did not realize was that the shape they had before was perfect. Now the piece originally meant for them would pass right by and not recognize them. Imagine if every piece had remembered that
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To be alone is vastly different than to be lonely. Alone is a unique intimacy with all of life that can only be felt when the noise we normally cover silence with vanishes. To be alone is to let go of all those things you thought made up who you were, so that who you truly are finally has space to emerge. Alone is peaceful, empowering in fact. We can finally hear the voice of our own inner being and make choices from a place that is more authentic to the soul. Alone relies on no one and no thing for fulfillment, because something far deeper can be felt—the underlying current of life that
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We all have two wolves inside of us A wolf of the night and a wolf made from light They tell me to be careful which one I feed But if I am to feel at home within my skin Am I not to love the duality within?
The sooner you stop wishing you were different, the sooner you can hone the special set of gifts only you have.
Many lives had to be lived for me to be born
Let me become a blank canvas for life to paint on, for I am no longer interested in drawing perfect lines to live trapped within.
I have known those who say they have the answers But I prefer to surround myself with those who live the questions
One When people ask me where I am from I always reply, “Earth” I do not separate myself Based on invisible lines drawn in dirt I celebrate diversity But do not let it divide We’re all students in life’s university And bleed the same color inside
It takes far more strength to respond with love
Why do you look for love In the one person who cannot give it to you? Emotional unavailability is not something to be drawn to
The antidote for overstimulation is wonder. Get outside. Marvel at the stars every once in a while.
My potential haunts me As I feel the ghost of who I could be But I am tired of fantasizing about my future self Instead of learning to fall in love with who I am right now Where is the line between self-improvement and self-deprecation?
