when i was a kid, i loved the magical dandelions. not the plain old yellow ones, but the white ones that knew how to fly - the ones that got caught up in the wind and took your wishes up to the clouds where they were whispered back and forth in the heavens. remember those? i wished on thousands of them, whispering my secrets to them, silently sending my dreams out into the world. sometimes i feel like one of those seeds - just blowing about in the wind. i can’t help but feel unsettled in life. i always have the nagging feeling that there’s something bigger and better out there - something i’m meant to do to change the world.
this lingering feeling has led me to so many adventures. my family doesn’t always get it. we joke about my gypsy lifestyle, about how i will help to change the world, about my socialist hippie ideals. but at the end of the day, that feeling is what drives me. i know this world can do better. i know there’s deep love for people - all people - out there.
god i sound so unhinged - such a dreamer.
but without the dreamers, what would our world really be?
here’s to the dreamers. here’s to the adventures. here’s to following the dandelions.