People should be able to love whoever the fuck they wanna love and no matter what you believe, you should be allowed to live your life the way you wanna live it.
All of us grow up in particular realities - a home, family, a clan, a small town, a neighborhood. Depending upon how we’re brought up, we are either deeply aware of the particular reading of reality into which we are born, or we are peripherally aware of it.
Have you ever decided to go down one road, but keep turning your head back and wonder if this was a mistake? If all of this wasn’t worth the pain and that the other road probably would’ve been much easier? I do. Everyday.
Eat the damn chocolate cake, get your hair wet, love someone, dance in those muddy puddles, tell someone off, draw a picture with crayons like you’re still 6 years old and then give it to someone who is very important to you. Take a nap, go on vacation, do a cartwheel, make your own recipe, dance like no one sees you, paint each nail a different color, take a bubble bath, laugh at a corny joke. Get on that table and dance, pick strawberries, take a jog, plant a garden, make an ugly shirt and wear it all day, learn a new language, write a song, date someone you wouldn’t usually go for, make a scrap book, go on a picnic, relax in the sun, make your own home video, kiss the un-kissed, hug the un-hugged, love the unloved, and live your life to the fullest. So at the end of the day, you’ll have no regrets, no sorrows, no disappointments.
Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place. Maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.
I feel more comfortable talking to strangers than people I know. I believe this is because chances are, I’ll never see them ever again, & I feel like I can say anything I want. They don’t know my past or what I’ve done. They can only judge me on who they are seeing right at that second. I’m the person I am now, not then. People I know don’t see the difference.
So there my friend, you’re in the deep end. Just hanging on to hope by a loose thread. Well it’s never good, to try and play pretend. But maybe what’s broken, can start to shine.
And you’ll find, this time tomorrow. We’ll decide where it will all go, in this life.
Those younger years, never saw yourself standing here. They disappeared, all the moments you held so dear. Start keeping them close, waves come and go.
Let it play out, I hope that the sun, I hope that the sun, finds you now. Let it play out, I hope that the sun, I hope that the sun, finds you now.