i forget that so often the words that have challenged me and changed me have been simple truths and honest thoughts.
i'm a dreamer and its easy to live in a world of endless possibilities, to live in the land of what could be, instead of living in the real world unfolding all around me.
i've grown wings and i want to fly and it's a struggle to keep two feet on the ground when you feel like you could be sailing through the sky.
at the risk of going against every poetic and romanticizing bone in my body, i'm saying this:
raw, unedited, real life is more beautiful than 1,000 polished possibilities.
i want to write more raw words, pieces of life less edited.
it's easy to making writing a place for expressing only the deepest emotions and the strongest truths,
but shallow emotions matter too and small thoughts and spots of existence.
so here's to honest words and raw beauty in the silent moments and passing thoughts and mundanities of everyday life.
