Everything frightened the little girl, but she was the bravest person I knew. With a pounding heart and shaking limb, she tackled and beat all her fears into submission becoming a strong and capable woman. Never needing a hero because she became her own.
No matter where we live, certain things remain the same. People love, lust, smile, cry, and die. The difference is some do with more grace than others.
She packs her bags. It is full of dreams, hopes, and snippets of her broken dreams. She starts down the tracks and never looks back.
I flick on the radio, and my fingers tap to the beat on my wheel. My head bobs as I belt out the chorus. My feet press the petal as I race along the melody, creating distance from my disasters and letting the music muffle out the waiting consequences.
In a flash it was all gone. Her big-wig job Her lavish house on the cul-de-sac Her responsible, predictable life She searched her soul for regrets, but her future felt so damn light she only felt delight.
Crawling from the wreckage of my life, I stood and looked over the ashes of the past and my charred dreams.
A butterfly of hope flutter in my chest and a ghost of a smile played on my lips.
I’d burned that fucking bridge and was ready to walk a new path.
“What prompted you to quit? You were there over two years.”
“That job was a like a decaying funhouse maze with too many dead ends and bitter clowns. l just got tired of running but going nowhere.”
The art of living is flirting with death but embracing life.
At the tender age of twenty, Sam had an epiphany. Freedom is within, and if he wanted it, he must unlock his cage made of fear and join the beautiful chaos.
Today is her one-year anniversary. It is the day she grabbed a key called courage and unlocked her cage. She’s stepped out of her old life and into her new one. It is a scarier place with few guarantees, but the adventure makes it worth every failure and fear.