I have a deep and unquenchable thirst for exploration.
Yes, of the world.
But, more so, the depths of living life.
Love, loss and heartache.
Success & failure.
Dancing without concern for others and speaking my mind both reverently and without inhibition.
I want to learn the art of balance and then I want to run freely in the other direction for just a little while or a long while.
I want to move and I want to settle.
I want to throw plates against walls to feel the destruction and I want to build someone a home with my bare hands.
I want to never underestimate myself while I do my best to help others see their fullness.
I want to live richly and to know how it feels to make the most of little.
It’s tempting to hope for only good things,
to wish for happiness and happiness alone.
To seek love and reject loss.
But, to do so, to dive head first into a world of exclusion, I believe, would be it’s own form of a limited existence.
How can one truly know the beauty in life if they never really see the ugly?
As the winds and waves of the world come my way, I will let them seep into my skin.
If for no other reason than the mere fact that they are life and if for no other reason than that, they are beautiful.
With love and depth,