Of Wanderlust and Beauty: I Hope You Take Chances…
I find this world overwhelming sometimes, the ignorance of the greater masses to be too much, and the consuming of man and the desire to manipulate nature appalling.
We never learn, even though every time we think we are greater than this earth, our Mother Nature shows us otherwise… that nature has a divine order. I find the everyday humdrum quite tedious, that it is not what I want or should be doing.
I want more, always more… and the connection I feel when I meet like-minded people is what gets me through to the other side. I hope the artists and the dancers and the poets are heard once more by the masses. I hope you hear the music too.
We are not all fucked, there is redemption in connection. I hope you still read books. I hope you still remember the tangible feeling of holding it in your hand, going deep into the confines of a story, not your own, but a different way to look at life, the smell of paper.
I hope you remember that there is wealth in the experience and knowledge that our elders hold, and though it is often that in our youth we burn brightest with passion, there is so much wisdom with age.
I hope you know that you are important, important beyond comparison, and that you can make someone’s day or break it, that we are all just trying to get through, and our brave souls go out into this world everyday and we do the best we can.
I hope you know that people in magazines and media are fantasy, and that we should stop trying to attain or be something that is unattainable.
I hope you are following your heart, and if you feel it speaking to you to do something, then do it, and don’t stop even if you feel that the world may persecute you and never understand. In the end, they will.
I hope you speak your mind, and are not afraid, yet know that it’s also important to listen, to listen so closely to people, because we all want to be heard. And know yourself, know you are capable and worthy of love — everyone is — and to never settle for less than that.
Know that we don’t need all these things that surround us, and if you have ever traveled with a backpack and a dream, know that those experiences are richer than anything you have owned.
I hope you remember your dreams, and the revolutionaries who have ignited a flame of inspiration with simple words and truth. I hope you have compassion for those who are often most angry and eager to criticize, for they are the ones who are most unhappy with themselves.
I hope you take chances, and large leaps of faith, because even if you fail, even if people think you are terrible the first 100 times, there will be someone who will see the beauty in it.
I hope you know that sometimes life is unbearable, that our hearts break and are broken, but there will be someone else too… that it may be a different love — a completely different kind — yet one is not greater than the other. I hope you don’t take too much stock in the media and the news.
I hope you are not supersaturated, and that you can enjoy still moments — with no phones or Facebook or television, just to sit with the silence. I hope you know you can do anything, that everyday you can take small steps toward whomever and whatever you want to be.
I hope you know you are forgiven — we have all done terrible and unspeakable things, things we are not proud of, but this makes us human. I hope you don’t think you are a victim, because to a certain degree we can do almost anything, if we find a way.
Cliché as it may sound, everyday is a new day full of possibilities for change.
I hope you know that you are not alone, and in those hours when you feel that you are, just know there are other people out there — singing the same melodies of wanderlust, climbing over mountains in the dark, and waking in the night to stare at the moon, thinking of this large world and dreaming — just like you.
Jericho Rell is in love with the island she inhabits, and a lover of the sea and adventure. She divides her time between being a radio DJ, a mother, a student, a massage therapist, an actress, and a fashion host. She also has a deep love and appreciation for the beautiful symphony that comes together from our souls through our words. You can follow her blog or find her on Facebook.