To those uninitiated in the wild ways of the heart, or those whose wildness has been deeply suppressed, the path you walk may appear as any or all of the following:
Chaotic, risky, absurd, dangerous, silly, naive, stupid, laughable, insane, or foolish.
People may think you uncommitted, a wanderer, a drifter, indecisive, unable to stick to a particular path.
They may believe you are wasting your life, squandering your time, not living up to your potential.
And though the wild one herself, as she learns to trust ever more deeply in that which comes from within above the conditioning and stories of the world, may on occasion doubt the impulses of her own heart, a deeper knowing will always prevail:
There are things in this life that cannot be seen by the eyes, nor heard by the ears, nor touched by the hands, nor tasted by the mouth, yet which are as valuable as those things that can. More so.
She knows that there is no point in time by which her life is supposed to be figured out because she knows that life was only ever a mystery to be lived, second by precious second.
The life she lives will be confusing to many and misunderstood by most yet she is unable to live another way. The heart has taken her as its lover for eternity. She will remain wild until the end of time, slipping always like water between the lines that attempt to define her.
She will choose risk over monotony, the rags of creation over the riches of corporation, and adventure over certainty with every breath.
Silly, naive and foolish she may seem. But she is also the one thing we all truly long to be.
She is free.
Love and courage,
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