“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.” -Allen Ginsberg
Whatever you do, don’t misdefine yourself.
Don’t you dare think that wandering and being lost are the same thing.
Wandering is exploring, learning. It’s a relentless calling to know more. To have no clear destination and not being very intent on arriving- there’s a sense of freedom there, the fundamental hope that anything can happen. There’s a will to experience, a will to enjoy life.
Being lost is desperation, is being afraid. Being lost is panicking in the dark instead of letting your eyes adjust to see what’s around you (because there are things you learn, in the dark, if you choose).
Don’t you mistake letting go for giving up.
Letting go is knowing that holding on is selfish and destructive, and being brave enough to act on that realization. It’s acceptance, and it’s the truth that the only way to grow is to release what’s comfortable and take a chance on the things that scare you.
Giving up is cowardly, it’s running away- It hurts everyone more than it heals. It leaves people in a lurch instead of setting them free. It’s a lack of conviction.
Don’t you even for a second confuse breaking and being broken.
Breaking is choosing to feel pain so that you can move past it. Embracing everything it is so you can remember how it feels. It’s the short term destruction that sets up a more solid foundation. Breaking is something you do as opposed to something you are.
Being broken is fighting the pain because you’re clinging to the past. You’re too afraid of what you’ll see when you get up to do anything but lay on the floor. It’s something you let take over you instead of something you own.
I may be breaking, but don’t you dare think I’m broken.