I’d rather let my soul run wild through the havoc of the world, let it burn with its desires to be free. I’d rather let the wind sweep it up and watch it fly through the sky as it peers down at what it’s ‘supposed to be’. Let it crash into the trees with a wound that can only heal over time. It has time to heal. Not everything needs to be instant. Not everything should be. If you are wishing away your life, it is because you are trapping your soul. Everyday is a blessing, an invitation into all that is possible, a cry to soar with the wind. The world has no right to put a lock on your windows and tell you that, ‘that isn’t going to get you anywhere’, because it can. Freedom is no exception to the need for determination. It can be scary, but I’d rather be scared than be regretful. Because maybe we’re all just walking mistakes that are refusing to stay wrong. We are learning. And I’d rather embrace the lessons learned and remember that nothing is without its flaws. They are nothing to be ashamed of, rather something to be cared for. A crooked door to empathy. I’d rather have my soul tumbled in the harsh waves of my emotions. Reminding me; that every breath of fresh air is something to strive for, that fresh air is possible even in times when it feels like it’s all been knocked out of you and is never coming back. Because we always resurface, the wave always passes. We only ever begin to drown when we panic and forget that we know how to swim, that we can hold our breath when we need to. You do not need to contain the ocean in order to enjoy swimming in it.
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