Half of me is filled with bursting words and the other half is painfully shy. I crave solitude yet also crave people. I want to pour love into everything. I want to live in the rush of primal, intuitive decision, yet also sit and contemplate, breathe, feel everything.
This is the messiness of life, that we all carry multitudes so must sit in the chaos and shifts.
We are complicated creatures and ultimately, the balance comes from being at peace with this understanding.
I want to be like water. Flowing and flexible and soft. Subtly powerful and open. Wild and Serene. Able to accept all changes, yet still led by the pull of steady tides.