I often wonder who chose the hustle.
What man or woman looked at the beauty surrounding us and thought, we ought to stay busy, missing every moment gifted to us by the divine.
How we humans fell so deeply into distrust of our natural remedies and put all our faith into synthetic versions of the truth.
The more I wander, the more transparency is revealed to me. If a bird can roam freely, singing songs, communicating with it’s brotheren, why can’t we.
Instead we view the world from a lens we never chose, complying with the expectations that hold us in a place of fear and divide.
I offer you another view, the one outside your window.
If that view brings you sorrow, I remind you, we are here to move.
We are here to experience, to change, to grow.
Each day, an offering of renewed vigor. The constraints we create in our minds are the only thing holding us back.
Plant yourself where you feel you can flourish, for there are many places to be.
If you feel you don’t belong where you currently sit, maybe you don’t.
Lucky for us, this planet is filled with others, just waiting for someone like you to arrive.
Move, saturate yourself in love.
The rest will fall together, if you allow it to.