I used to write all the time.
I had notebooks upon notebooks filled with words,
With the depths of my thoughts,
My soul,
My heart.
It felt freeing for my fourteen year old self to just let the words flow.
I didn't hesitate.
I didn't judge.
I wrote what felt true within my heart at the time.
And then somewhere along the way I stopped.
The words just fell away.
The ink ran dry and instead everything became bottled up inside.
I held my words close to my chest,
Forgetting the freedom I felt when I'd let the ink run and the words with it.
Somewhere along the way we forget.
We forget the things that served our soul.
We get inundated,
Consumed by the things we deem necessities within life.
The things that are there because we chose them to be.
Because we put them there.
And so we forget to play.
We forget that once we were free and wild.
And now we stuff that wildness down inside and instead turn ourselves upside down to keep it contained.
We sit prim and we sit proper and we do as we're told.
We conform and rarely stop to remember the things that made our hearts soar.
We play small.
We play to the script we've been told to follow and slowly day by day our light begins to fade.
We forget what made us unique and strong and on fire.
And then we tear down those who danced to the beat of their own drum.
The ones who didn't forget.
Our ego flares up and instead of pausing and calming our inner child down,
We rise to meet it.
Gritted teeth and all.
I want this to be your cue.
Your wake up call to dig deep.
To look inward to self reflect.
To find out when you got lost along the way.
And begin to forget who you are at your core.
Because you deserve to enjoy the fruits of life and how colourful this world can be.
Let us not forget the connection and love we felt for ourselves and one another when we were younger.
Before we were told how to look,
How to act and how to feel.
Remember who you were.
Define who you want to be and go there.
Don't forget.
