plumage in the breeze

Once upon a time, I looked at the world around me and noticed that everything was wonky as fuck.

I saw people spending a majority of their lives at jobs they disliked or at the very least found unfulfilling, living for the weekends and sparse vacations… hoping that someday, when they retired, maaaaybe then they could really live their life.

I observed insanely creative people with talent wasted… drifting away like plumage in the breeze, essence and inspiration quashed due to random acts of dream smashing and societal nay-saying.

I noted the state of “love” in romantic relationships… appearing more like bondage and fear than freedom and sweet ecstasy.

I felt the collective despair, a wave of unworthiness washing over the masses, and I wept. I procured the state of humanity as my own and solemnly declared that if this was the way it had to be, I refused to do it. I decided I’d rather say no to living than suffer the suffocation of my spirit.

This crossroad was the crux that catapulted me past my fear, and into the knowing that I would do anything it took to create a life of freedom and inspiration…

and also that when I figured out how to design an alternative lifestyle aligned specifically to the desires of my heart, I’d spend the remainder of my human experience helping others do the same.