Feed My Crazy
I was thinking about which part of my life I kind of fucked up.
And my relationships and friendships are definitely one place where I did.
I always chose the people around me who held me back.
Who I could be myself with.
Who couldn’t hold the insane amount of emotions and passion inside me.
I tried to surround myself with people who were calm because I thought that was security for me.
But all I ended up doing was holding myself back.
Because all I ever wanted was to live for my passion.
Ride this insane amount of energy I have inside me. The urge to create and make something new. To try something new.
What I thought security meant for me was actually a chain.
I should have always surrounded myself with strong and passionate people who don’t think dreaming big is crazy. Who dream big themselves as well.
Who, if they have a goal, instead of second-guessing themselves, get their shit together and do it. Not wait for permission.
Who have the same fire inside them that I do, so together we burn and build.
Who, if we enter a room together, bring life, new ideas, and movement.
Who have crazy minds like I do.
I reached the era of my life when I will be even more selective about what kind of people I surround myself with than before.
I choose relationships and friendships that feed my crazy instead of holding it back.