I KNOW YOU’RE A WANDERER, BORN TO BE FREE AND ROAM, AND I WANT TO TELL YOU, THIS –
I know you’re a wanderer, born to be free and roam, and this is what I want to say to you.
It’s okay.
It’s okay that your soul is eternally restless and that as much as you try to settle it, stem it, find the thing, or the one, which will keep you, rest you, have you, hold you, allow you to be you, deep deep oh so deep down within where you mostly dare not look because oh! The tiredness of it at times! you know –
You’ll never be done seeking.
It’s okay.
It’s okay that you want so desperately, at times, to be certain of the path ahead of you when the truth which darling you and I BOTH know is that you cannot see –
That which you cannot know –
And you cannot know –
That which has not been laid out –
And the path simply cannot BE –
Laid out –
Oh so pretty and ready before you –
When, don’t you see?
You are the one who must create it.
It’s okay.
It’s okay that this scares you.
That, in fact, perhaps, and perhaps this the first time you really see this, feel this, know this, live this, breathe this, are this, the thing which really scares you?
Is to be you.
It’s okay.
It’s okay! That at times you don’t know how to be you, you don’t know what it means to be you, you don’t know who can SHOW you how to be you, you don’t know how to RESIST you, but if only you could SEE you.
It’s okay.
It’s okay that nobody told you –
That you didn’t know –
That they didn’t SHOW you –
That there is nothing to use as an EXAMPLE –
And that yet you still can see SO FUCKING CLEARLY that the WHOLE freaking THING is about leaping –
And leaping –
And leaping –
And LEAPING –
Without a net, or, really –
Even the desire for one –
And that to leap.
Really!
Will be your destiny.
For always.
And always.
Amen.
It’s okay.
It’s okay that you’re at times so RECKLESS so STUPID so FOOLISH so foolHARDY and such a CHILD.
It’s okay that you judge yourself more harshly than ANYBODY else could dare, would care, would know how, but that YOU still care –
That they like you.
That they want you.
That they need you.
That they VALIDATE you.
That they HOLD you.
It’s okay!
It’s okay that you want to say FUCK THE WORLD and SCREW THE RULES and I’LL DO WHAT I WANT and HELL TO THE YEAH but that when the going gets tough and your head hits the pillow and its night time and still and you feel SO fucking alone that all you want, at times, for a moment, and maybe it’s not even TRUE, but still –
Is to feel accepted.
To be acknowledged.
And most of all?
To be seen.
It’s okay that even though you can’t see it, don’t know it, can’t FEEL it, that it’s all just a MYSTERY that you DEFINITELY still know that part of it, most of all, fuck! Maybe all of it –
Is to be SEEN.
Be HEARD.
Be KNOWN.
And to lead.
Message.
Rule.
It’s OKAY.
It’s okay that you were born for so much MORE and that this DOES require you to be someone they COULD not, would not want, don’t even THINK of, and that you ARE going to judged for it, hated for it, cast AWAY for it.
It’s OKAY. It’s okay and you can MAKE it and you can DO this and you HAVE what it takes and you can fucking OWN this and it’s all –
Just –
O.FUCKING.KAY.
It’s okay.
And it’s okay.
And it’s oKAY.
To be you.
All in.
All the WAY.
And FUCK THE WORLD!
It’s okay so okay and the sooner you SEE it’s okay and LIVE it’s okay the better because here is what is SO not fucking okay.
It’s NOT OKAY.
It’s not okay. That you STILL don’t fucking show up. That you have this art inside of you. That you hold it in. That you don’t CARE. Because if you CARED about it you’d be LIVING it and fuck YOU if you have anything to say aside from that.
It’s NOT OKAY.
It’s not okay. That after all this time. You don’t fucking show UP, and yes I said it again and I’ll say it again and I wish I could SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT so you could actually FEEL it.
It’s NOT OKAY.
It’s not OKAY. That you fight –
Not the world!
As you came here to do.
Not the FIGHT.
Which you were born to prevail in.
But instead!
That you fight your own God damn SELF.
What?
You think you still have TIME?
You think you have to get READY?
You think your fears are VALID?
IT’S.
NOT.
OKAY.
It’s not okay that you BREAK your own spirit, day after day after ever loving DAY, that you don’t understand and live by the truth OF the human spirit which is that we WANT to be pushed we WANT to be confronted we ARE fucking gifted and we MUST let it OUT.
It’s not OKAY.
It’s not okay that you play –
Like a child –
A game of business and life like it’s a freaking REHEARSAL and not even THAT because if you were truly rehearsing to then PLAY LIFE you’d do it LIKE your life DEPENDED –
On it.
On you.
On this day.
On this moment.
On this NOW.
But instead?
You float.
And you maybe.
And you one day.
And you PRETEND.
That you’re creating something.
Saying something.
Doing something.
Being something.
But what you’re really showing?
Nothing.
We don’t see you.
We don’t know you.
We don’t hear you.
We don’t care.
Because you don’t LET us.
And your greatest desire, in all of this, in the wandering and the seeking and the roaming and the never ENDING –
Was to be seen.
Be heard.
For what’s inside of you.
For what must come out of you.
For what you lock AWAY in you.
It’s not okay.
That, as with all of those who you look to with scorn or with sorrow or with the imagining that THEY don’t get it –
You’re making a life.
As one of them.
You say you WILL you say I AM you say it’s DONE, but don’t you see?
If it was and it were?
We’d see it.
So stop making it okay.
To run and to hide.
And really, JUST:
That’s all.
The End.
AFTER ALL…
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