Wild and Free
Seems like the universe is forcing me to face myself over and over again.
What I want to hide even from myself.
And because I learnt that the less I resist, the sooner I get through shit, I am just diving deep.
If tomorrow I could live any life, and no one could or wanted to stop me, and money wouldn’t be a problem either:
There is no way I would buy a house now.
I would be the creative professional, the storyteller who is always in movement.
Probably I would go home only to sleep.
Because if I put all my fears and social expectations aside, I am nothing but a free soul.
My security is movement and change.
I would work on projects. No 8-to-4 job, no boredom, no repetitive tasks, just movement, complex things to solve.
Where I can be the weird, creative person who I always was meant to be.
The hurricane that changes the landscape forever.
Stability never meant an ordinary life for me but something crazy, something unexpected, something full of fun and adventure. Sleeping in hotels for weeks to get things done and then moving on.
Anything different from that is just social expectations that I have let control me.
But I was always meant to be wild and free.