milkweed

it sometimes kills us to believe this, but you are ALWAYS free to choose a new path and hop off the one you’re on. your expectations of yourself can change on a daily basis. it’s FINE. your expectations of YOUR LIFE from when you were 12 years old, 15 years old, 25 years old, they will gnaw and haunt you. no doubt.

every love you left, every love you never chased, every career path you didn’t follow, every instrument you didn’t practice, every time you kept your mouth shut and should have spoken up, every time you said too much. but none of that exists NOW. it’s gone, over, non-existant.

the same way your parents’ expectations haunt you. and your teachers and the noise of cultural expectations haunt you. all these voices in your head bicker and argue and obscure the real key to freedom:

your ability to stand still and ask:

who do i want to be
and what do i want to do
RIGHT. NOW.?

you can live in a free country, but you’re not free unless you allow your own fucking self to be free IN THIS MOMENT, here, NOW, and not locked up in the dreams of your past, or the potential regrets of the future.

glitter diva superstar, gutter punk bohemian, banker, baker, astronaut, barista, all one, baby… the only measure to your success is whether you’re able to look in the mirror and feel authentic in your own fucking eyes.

can you?