How much of life have we tasted?

Most people are alive but not living.

Careful calculations make no room for adventure.

Always very methodic, weighing each and every word we say to one another. Overthinking whether it was “ok” to text that, to say that, to do that.

Most people spend far more time analyzing and planning than actually living. Here’s a thought:Who fucking cares?

If the person you like will toss you out because you sent that text a few minutes too soon, or added a few too many happy emojis, or seemed a little too into them. Then it was a good thing. There was never substance there, if your whole relationship hangs by such a thin thread.

If they push back when you show interest. Who fucking cares?

In my experience, the most passionate, adventurous, fun fueled love stories only come from two people who desire each other as much. All small things become trivial.

If you’re scared about your friends judgements, or your family’s and coworkers, about taking the trip. Or quitting that job. Or changing careers. Or posting a photo. Or doing whatever it is your heart longs for. Who fucking cares?

We can spend our lives micromanaging our every action just to please others, leaving ourselves last in line.

Or we can fucking live! One heart beat at a time. Following that which brings joy and excitement. Letting it all flow through us! The ecstasy. The excitement. The love. The care. The carelessness. All things wild and true.

Yeah, that may push some away.

Big fucking deal.

Let that make room for those who truly vibe with you.

Ignite your fire and see what happens.


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