run wild. live free. love strong.

                   You were made to run wild. You were made to let yourself go. You were made to sprint through the sand and feel freedom to its fullest. You were made to kick your feet through the water, watch it rise in droplets and fall back into the vast mass of blue. To let the ocean come at you, a cold rush tugging at your ankles, begging you to come with it. You are allowed to wish some days it would just take you with it. You are allowed to be and not to be anything you don't want to be. You were made to live free, without bondage to any part of this world. You have freedom at your fingertips, freedom at its fullest, it's simply up to you to accept it. What are you waiting for? Nothing can hold you back. You were made to love strong. Love all people, unconditionally, without ties, passionately, genuinely, as intensely as you possibly can. It's such an important aspect, but society has somehow romanticized sadness and self hate to the point where love is lost. How can one express genuine love if they don't feel it within themselves? Treat yourself well and with love and this will radiate from your very skin. Love, the unconditional kind, the kind without any ties, is love in its most beautiful form.

chasing perfection

              There's nothing I've run after more in this life of mine than chasing perfection, but the thing is it always seems to slip through my fingers like sand. And just when I think I've trapped it, bound it in my arms, I realize it's just beyond my fingertips, slipping away just barely beyond my reach. A perfect life is simply something you could waste your entire life looking for, but darling you'll be disappointed every time. However, I have met perfect love, and in this, well found a form of perfection, the one thing I'd been head over heels, work to the bone, trying to find my entire life. But to accept this perfect love, one has to accept brokenness with it. And brokenness can be so overwhelming. Like the cold rush of the ocean tugging at your ankles begs you to go with it, except brokenness doesn't just beg and plead you to go with it, it demands you, it commands you, it reprimands you. And once it has you, see it doesn't stop. It knows no limits, it takes you by your entire being, fills your head until you're overflowing with its existence and begins to pour out your mouth in words you thought you'd never say. It pushes and pulls, pounds on the inside of your skull, trapped but begging to be set free. And you desperately long to be rid of it, but that's the thing, brokenness cannot be broken. So it pulls and pushes and screams at your insides and your fingers desperately need to rub your temples, soothe the storm behind your eyes, silence your mind, but it dares you not to move so you don't, similar to the way ocean water tugs at your ankles and begs you to go with it, yet still dares you to be still. And we always do, because that's what happens when fear outweighs the thirst for adventure. The waves forever dance in our eyes and we stand with our feet planted firmly in the sand, forever longing to dance with them. Even when the storm is over, brokenness wrath, it seems we can't escape. It lingers like the rustic stench that arises from the thickets of old branches. It follows you down every unpaved road. And crawls into every room you harbor security in. The brokenness in this world, I know it's hard to believe. Oh, our young eyes have had to perceive. But if it is because of brokenness that we need grace, then why don't we welcome it into open arms with a warm embrace? God welcomes us into His warm embrace despite all the brokenness we contain. And if we are to be like Him, then shouldn't we do the same? I think that's the secret to it all, warmly welcoming all life brings, with all the brokenness it contains, finding joy in every moment of it knowing it's in our maker's presence we remain.