In this moment I sit here with the windows of my studio apartment open, listening to the foot traffic and chatter of the world outside. The world out there is full of roaming homes, bodies with a story and faces with character. Every single one is a breathing miracle.
I find it fascinating that every person I will come across today and every person I came across yesterday was created on purpose.
Every single person so hugely distinct from the other. Complete with their own history, their own nostalgia and memories, their own cracks and desires. Each one bearing different eyes and different voices to express what they see with those eyes that are only theirs.
It’s no happy accident that we aren’t the same.
The world doesn’t need us to be. The chaos and commotion of life starts to sound the same. What we hear people say and what we see on social media all starts to seem the same. But you, you have your wonderful and odd and significant story, and we all need to hear it.
We need to hear how you hurt in only the way you can, how you grow in only the way you can. There’s no need to spend a lifetime dancing around your emotions, making sure no balls are dropped and nobody is inconvenienced. People paint pictures of perfection because they have been told to live and look and love a certain way. It is ok to not live and look and love like them. We need to hear how you feel all the things, especially the messy, complicated, unwelcome and uncomfortable.
Because it’s amazing to think of all the millions of things that had to happen to each of us to be in this moment.
So let this moment be the one where you stop living a silenced life in order to gain the acceptance of others. Let this be the moment you use your strong little voice box to tell the world your story. Because what a wild gift it is to show up to a world that has never seen anything like you.
