All Of You — Let The World Have It.
Some of us are born into this world feeling like we are different.
Knowing that we are different than the others. We experience things intensely with heart and the veils feel thin.
I think this recognition came when I was 16 and took LSD. I was watching everyone carefree and young, and I wished I felt that, that fleeting window of youth, but it was not there.
I locked myself in the bathroom and looked into the mirror, and I looked into my eyes, and I had this feeling that I had been here before, that there was something old about my soul.
They pounded on the door but I could not open it, I had seen myself for the first time.
Some of us do not fit in, we are different, we do not fit the normalcy of what is supposed to make us happy.
To get married, to have a child, to make X amount of money a year. There is this feeling that something is missing.
Because it is, we are the lost ones roaming around, feeling trapped.
Because we belong in places where art is created, where music is heard with passion, and love is felt so deeply that it breaks our hearts just to know that it exists.
We belong on trains — to have the feeling of being alive; of feeding that place in our hearts that must be free. To be free…
We are the painters and the writers whose fire is only fed when we create.
There are the highs and the lows and the inward ache to get it out. The highs and the lows pass, and in those moments where you feel alone, know that you are not.
That tenderness, that loneliness — other people feel that too.
You do not need anyone’s approval. Do not let anyone kill your dream. And do not let anyone kill your happiness.
And do not make yourself gray so that you do not shine. Be bright.
There will be people who will criticize you — let them. And revel in the fact that your heart is full and that you are moving toward your dream.
When that doubt comes — that ugly, terrible doubt that you are not good enough or smart enough or talented enough — let it go.
Let it go, let it dance itself away.
You do not need to be anyone but yourself. There are seven billion people on this planet, and if you don’t feel loved right now, you will — there will be someone who gets you.
Love yourself and your gifts and what gives you joy. Dive in.
Dive in. There is loneliness in being different and there is beauty.
And there are songs that need to be written and stories that need to be told.
Jericho Rell is in love with the ocean and the island she inhabits. She is a lover of adventure, poetry, books, and storytelling. She divides her time between being a mother first and foremost, a writer, an actress, tv host, and a massage therapist. 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 and Instagram.