After all this time, I’ve realized that I want to become a thinker of brave and dangerous thoughts once again. I want to be sunshine, with my words radiating pure kindness and warmth, and I want to allow them to dance softly to the rhythms of conversations and not be scared that someone will try and stop them dancing.
I want to stand strong and tall and beautiful and know what the blissful feeling of having no fear is. I want to be fearless, as though I have a big red cape and magic powers, there for me to rely on instead of constantly depending on others. So instead, I can fix myself, and maybe help them along the way as well, as a sort of thank you.
I want to start to document those moments in life that show me where I truly belong and where my mind is just bursting with song. I want to be able to look back on those moments where I am shaking from euphoria and the pure thrill of being alive; when it feels as if my soul is smiling and I am laughing. I want to be able to remember things like camping on the beach in the summer, the days of sandy knees, bitter whiskey, and all the best kinds of people.
I want to always be reminded of those moments that show us how we are all tornadoes, raging through days and nights, never quite sure when we will stop spinning. And that is the beautiful thing because each morning when the sea kisses the shore and the sun blesses us with its rays of warmth once again, we still keep going, these crazy tornadoes, spinning on and on.
So I think I want to feel like that again, and live experiences like that again, for there is no more perfect cure for a muddled soul and a bruised heart than to start to simply appreciate being human.