We don't have to ever really grow up. Society tells us we should. But I say we shouldn't. I say we should always stay amazed by life, always be grateful for the small, simple things. For sunshine, for friendships, for beauty, for music, for nature and to move our bodies and stretch our imaginations.
Feminism really needs to be reclaimed, in order to shake it of its dirty shackles, dust it off, give it a polish and re-introduce the idea that feminism is absolutely nothing to do with hating men and absolutely everything to do with living in harmony together with respect and acceptance. It is about fairness and justice and about evolving our morals and ethics to compliment the day and age we are living in.
There is no more important species, there is no greater or weaker. We are all alive together on this beautiful planet. We are born and our life is often a struggle. We must eat and we must bond with others, we find our tribe, we feel safe in a pack, we look for a mate, we breed and reproduce and we look after our young and show them the way in the world.
... are we not, therefore, the product of all of our positive experiences too? Are we not carrying around the satisfaction of every heartfelt compliment and word of encouragement? Are we not resonating with every kind smile, every yet-to-be-realized dream and every moment of pure joy which linger inside of us, waiting to be recalled and re-lived to remind us of how amazing we really are? I believe that for every breakdown, there is a breakthrough. For every put-down, there is a great big hoist-up, and for every thunderstorm, there is a rainbow that follows.
We simply need to learn to recognize and listen to their quiet wisdom, rather than the misleading chitter-chatter of our mind. This way, we will be following a deeper calling -- an instinctual and soul-driven knowledge that whatever it is we are drawn to is ultimately the best opportunity for us.
Shackles are broken, connections are formed, stereotypes are shattered and your mind is blown open. Often we find ourselves leaving behind old habits and beliefs as the physical distance we travel allows us to separate from that which no longer serves us. The age-old cliché of ‘finding oneself’ is finally realised as you acknowledge yourself in your wholeness, standing alone; Independent from the validation of the familiar.
I want you to look at me and question everything I am, smashing me apart into a thousand shards in a magnificent display of surrender, like a broken mirror. Only to piece me together again, with truth as the adhesive and love as the instruction.
Life is short and if you don’t make that change now, then when? With each new year must come productive change, to help make a positive impact on the world and to better align yourself with our highest purpose. We need commitment and we need passion but above all the world needs our courage and bravery to make those changes happen.
But some never give up imagining this world. Some continue to see magic in the mundane, extraordinary in the everyday. We call them dreamers. They bring creativity and magic and excitement to the concrete and the routine. They make things happen because they still believe they can.
What is it that is whispering to you in the depths of your heart and soul? What do you want to do more of? What are you passionate about? What is your unique gift you could you give to the world? And what is holding you back?
My inner crazy feels uncomfortable with the boredom of small talk and commonplace things – I want to know what makes your heart come alive – I want to know what drives your desires and makes your soul sing – I want to lie under the stars and imagine other worlds – I can’t understand when you tell me how much you earn or what you want to buy but I want to listen when you tell me what you want from life and what you want to see and how much you want to give of your crazy self to the world. I can relate to your delicious insanity and your craving to get naked and shout obscenities as you run into the ocean, under the moon.
Love at its very purest state, is an energy, a vibration and a way of being – we come from love and it is love to which we will return. Our earliest impulse is to love and our last fleeting moments will be spent in a state of love. Love cannot be bought or sold – You cannot own love, you cannot acquire or lose it – We cannot look for love in the hope that it will complete us, because we are made of love – it is, at our very essence, who we already are.
We are encouraged to seek the light and chase rainbows, avoiding and ignoring the rumbles of heart ache, the acrid sting of neglect and the painful whispers from the depths of our souls, but what of this darkness that lurks within each one of us? What becomes of that?
Society has taught us to stay, to settle, to stop our hungry hearts from yearning for freedom. But what if you are filled with a burning and bursting longing for more? What if your heart screams at you to move, to create, to write, to paint, to sing, to travel, to live?
I have been gripped by debilitating fear -- of the unknown, of the possibility of failure, of the cringing blush of rejection and the potential shame of self-expression. But I have also been embraced by Love and Hope. I have known love of myself and my life and of others, so mind-blowing in its existence that my heart was close to bursting and I felt so free and so wild that nothing could get in the way of the life I always wanted.
“Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark in the hopeless swamps of the not-quite, the not-yet, and the not-at-all. Do not let the hero in your soul perish in lonely frustration for the life you deserved and have never been able to reach. The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours.”