Organized Chaos
Free Spirit
I lay in the warm sun and let my thoughts orbit me like moons. I’m constantly going through phases. I go back and forth and search for questions that I never seem to find the answers. I walk around in circles, trace all of my steps and always find myself at the same spot… alone with a pen in hand.
Solitude fits me well.
The pen rolls in between my fingers as I stare at words and their meaning. What’s the point of language if you can’t say how you feel? You see, I’m in love with the world and I’m starting to realize thats with who I belong. People say you should never fall in love with a girl who’s already in love with the world, unless you’re willing to share it with her and vice-versa.
Everyone loves a woman who flies on her own — she’s independent, inspiring and carefree. She knows her worth but recognizes the power in others. She’s enough for herself even though she’s always surrounded by people. She's spiritual but she's the life of the party. She's constantly teaching but she never stops learning. She’s free. But when you become that kind of free, sometimes it's hard to find someone who understands the need to just be.
You can never trap a girl who’s already trapped in her own dreams and ambitions. When you’ve seen so much of what’s out there — and how you can change because of it — you’re always itching to see more. You can never sit still when you’re frequently finding new places to call home.
I started to crave flying once I realized there’s only so many places you can go on foot. The universe often buries jewels deep inside of us to see how far we go to find them — the rarest ones are usually on the other side of our comfort zone.
I've always wanted to feel everything to the fullest: to fall in love in Paris, to swim in the ocean in Bali, to write poetry in the streets of New York. To eat all kinds of food, meet all types of people and learn from every culture and religion. I want to live — intensely, fiercely, with no regrets but always staying true to myself, keeping my roots but spreading my wings.
I breathe in and out, feeling the need for freedom inside of me. I remind myself that being a free spirit is not a curse — it's my fortune. I bring my energy away from external and as I look inward, I recognize how far I've already made in my own journey. I finally understand that home is not a place: it's a state of mind.
The pen rolls in between my fingers as I begin to list all the places I've already been and the many I still need to go. I haven’t been everywhere yet, but its certainly on my list. I feel my thoughts become lighter as I realize: the most beautiful women I’ve ever met were the free ones.
