Young and invincible and curious and free- we all possess
the power to defy the pressing standards of this world and keep our youth
despite what any combination of numbers and colons and letters and dashes may
indicate. We are all created to marvel and wonder and bask in the splendor of
the sunshine that washes our hands of the night, but too often we replace this
thirst for truth with a need to live up to other people’s expectations. The
best thing to do is not make sense and the best thing to be is ridiculous. To
live a life in such a way that others can approve of, agree with, and
understand is to sacrifice the divine sense of awe we were each born with.
The world will tell you that you aren’t moving fast enough,
that your innocent thoughts and questions aren’t valid, that youre walking the
wrong path-- tell them with a humbled
heart and unwavering certainty that they’re missing the point, and the point is
this: we must be kind to the child in us.
Make time to drink coffee and tea and take pictures of your
cat and take the long way home and make time to stop on the side of the road by a field of sunflowers and take pictures of the tallest ones and make time to watch
the lightning from your roof and get in your car without a destination and go
to your favorite used bookstore and buy the first 3 books you see and make lists
and check off each item and call your grandma and tell her you love her and go
to museums and touch all the items that say ‘do not touch’ and hug a stranger
and make your mark because these days are golden and these days are fleeting
and it would be a shame to live with anything except pure and unabashed
abandon.
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