We write our own stories
We live to live our dreams
It’s about meeting life in the middle.
Taking out your hand,
Picking the wild flowers
Acting on pure instinct
Surrendering to what is,
that cannot be changed.
To smile at strangers
& to always be kind.
Finding your wild,
Living it, breathing it.



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