Dare To Dream

I think part of me knows the life I want. I want freedom. I mean who doesn't. But I want to create things that just speak to me and others. I want to see and feel the world. I want flow. I want peace. I want presence. I want soft things that just touch my heart and make it grow. I want to feel the world in a deeper way. I know what I want. I thought about what my dream life would look like. It's being on a yacht. Sipping a cold frozen Pina Colada. Eating good food. Laying in the sun. Soaking up the warm air. And I'm just creating. I'm actually creating something that means something. I always say that I want to make a difference but I don't really know how or where to start. I feel really lost. I want art to speak to me. Am I being a fraud. I just-I don't know. I have to see the dentist. I just want my teeth to be fixed. I have school on Monday. I didn't feel ready. I never really do. It's on my heart that I meant to do more and see more and feel more and express more. But I also feel scared. Scared to share. Scared of what it all means. I wish I could go some where for a few days. Just check out. I just want to feel things differently. The walls of the house. The walls of my room. The walls of the Starbucks. The walls of work. It all looks the same. I need an adventure.