Wild Thing

I am a wild thing.

I am unaware of any rules to obey. I am unencumbered, unleashed, swimming against the current, going against the grain, and climbing trees without a net.

I live in a place where there are no rules and boxes do not exist. I can run through wide open fields with abandon, arm stretched far apart, my face shining upward toward the sun, a smile from ear to ear, the wind in my hair, to where the rest of the wild things are.

I do nothing that does not resonate within me. I abide by my own inner compass and go where it takes me.

This is the way I was born. It is the way I was meant to be for always. It is my essence and I must be true to it. It is what I want to be, what I am meant to be.

My world is a kaleidoscope of color, constantly mixing and changing into combinations and patterns of colors I have never seen before. Even more that I have yet to see. They are wild and crazy and full of life. Just like me.

I am a wild thing.

Curious. Adventurous. Looking toward new beginnings, new endings. Constantly changing and perpetually moving forward into the uncertain and the unknown. Constantly changing and perpetually moving forward by the passage of time, the change of the seasons, and by those I love.

I am a wild thing in a wild world that tries to disguise itself as tame. But it is not. It is as wild as I am; it is as wild as you are. We are all wild things meant to follow our own paths, our own rules, and our own destinies.

Look deep and look hard. Listen. Do you hear that? Listen close. Listen carefully. Behind the fear, anger, sadness and pain. It is there, waiting for you. You are there, waiting for you. You will find your wildness, who you really are and who you are always meant to be.

This is the adventure of life. Discovery, newness, freedom and fearlessness. Embracing life as the wild thing that you are.

I am wild thing.

Letting go and opening my arms to embrace all the other wild things of the world. Running through wide open fields with abandon, arms stretched far apart, my face shining upward toward the sun, a smile from ear to ear, the wind in my hair, to the place where the rest of the wild things are.

I am a wild thing.