Why do we hedge ourselves in? Trapping ourselves in teeny little boxes until we cannot even lift our heads to grow toward the sun, see the sky, or feel our own soul?
Why do we believe the lies swarming in our faces, plugging our ears until we cannot hear our own voices?
The way to know life is to love many things. – Vincent Van Gogh
We are more than one thing, one emotion, one desire, one purpose, one joy.
We don’t need to wonder why we are hollow. Why we are suffocating.
Pick up your own paintbrush, pen, instrument, keyboard, whatever – and repaint, rewrite your own vision.
Stand up. Throw your box in the recycling bin. Live.
Is pretty goofy sometimes. Intense other times. But I’m still a whole being. Wholly me, no matter how many contradictory moods I exist within.
We are born to feel a spectrum of emotions, become a spectrum of moods and current motivations and dreams.
Never feel you have to exist within one box. There are no boxes, except the ones societal rules create for us.
But we are infinite flurries of majestic and chaotic energies rushing in and out of the forms we choose.
We are flourishing in madness, we are taming our own sanity, create when the world tries to destroy.
We are not only good enough, we are more. We can be goofy and sexy, serious and humorous, spontaneous and responsible. Interested in animals and racing, dancing and botany, literature and painting. We never have to pick a box.
Be you. And if you is a little weird, so be it.
Because goofy filters are SO much fun. 🤣