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.
