Compass

Maybe the future is overrated. 

Where are we going, and why are we trying to get there so quickly? Maybe it’s not about the future. Maybe it’s about right now. 

Look up, girl. There are so many hearts around you just waiting to be loved. longing to be seen. aching to be known. Let them build you. Collect their stories. Keep a piece of them with you when the road gets long. and the night gets dark. and the air gets cold. 

Step outside of yourself, darling. Maybe then you will see that it’s not about the final destination, but rather the road that brought you there. Was your heart your compass? Did you love people well? Did you fight for them? Did you find the gold you were always searching for? 

I hope you did. I hope your heart and your hands were always full of gold.

Missing

My life used to be a system revolving around a fear that ran deeply in my heart. I was motivated by the fear of missing it.

I still don’t know exactly what it is, but I know one thing… I’m not afraid of it any longer.

I was consumed with the fear of missing out on life. I was afraid that I would give the beauty of today in exchange for the hopes of tomorrow. I was the kind of girl who would rather analyze my dreams than stare my present circumstances in the eyes.

I used to wonder how this could matter. How could my day-to-day life make an impact? How could it change the things? Was I in the right place? As a girl who was born with the desire to do big things, these questions have played on repeat in my mind for the majority of my existence.

Now I know, this right here is going to be a foundation. This is it. The future may be beautiful, but so is the present. I don’t want to waste everything that’s in front of me because I can’t find enough time to slow down.

If I never stop long enough to look up at the beauty in the life around me, I won’t realize what I have until it’s something of the past. 

Now , I am searching. I am watching. I am learning. Life is like a book, with different chapters, yet not one is better than the others. Some chapters are hard. Some hurt. Some are dark. Some are hopeful. Some are easy. Some are beautiful. 

My life is not one chapter, but many. I am learning to embrace the process, as He is transforming me from a girl who lived only in the future, to a girl who loves and lives it all.

Burning Heart

In a world satisfied with mediocrity,

I want to be different 

I want to stand out

I want to be the change. 

Why do we settle?

Once, we all had dreams. 

Most of them have been tossed to the wind

Forgotten, belittled, stolen.

I want to be different. 

My heart burns with a flame.

It grows. It consumes me. 

What started as a spark is now a merciless fire.

We are taught to dream big, 

but we are criticized until our dreams are nothing. 

We settle for desk jobs. 

We grow roots in a city that we never loved. 

I want to be different. 

I need suitcases and passports, 

Plane tickets and full tanks of gas. 

I was born a wanderer, and I can not be still. 

My mind is moving. 

It is growing, dancing, and thinking 

of places I have yet to go,

and things I have yet to do.

I don’t want to simply live. 

I want to be completely alive. 

My gypsy soul will take me places 

and my heart will lead me home.

I will love unconditionally. 

I will be constant and true. 

I will be a light. 

I will be different.