BOLD AND EXPLORATORY
February 06th, 2024 | San Francisco, CA
Yesterday was… rough. Trying to find a fitting way to describe it. Exasperation? Overwhelming amounts of it. Helplessness? At the state of it all. Powerlessness?
I don’t like it. But why? I know I don’t actually want power. The feeling of helplessness is learned. It is taught. And just so, it must be unlearned.
One must charge forward. Barreling through anything and anyone who would tell you no, or perish in the attempt. That, to me, is the true meaning of freedom. I want to be free to speak, to listen, to experience. I realize more things now. And these words feel lighter. No longer is my pen weighed down by them.
It is… nice. To not take myself, or any other, quite so seriously. It allows for what I’ve been, what I think we’ve all been, sorely lacking.
Playfulness. Being silly. A bit childish.
I think that is the essence of true freedom. Embracing the inner child. The innocent babe. The headstrong infant. So bold and exploratory.
Unafraid of living.
