Thought.is

I ask questions like, “Should we bet on us?” and am afraid to committing to the future because not many men have committed to me. I’m afraid they will all go —
the track record is more left stories than love stories.

I feel a big “fuck you” to the system. To red tape.
To “the way it is just because it’s the way it is”.
To people’s willingness to lay down and die in a life that is parched dry of the authenticity of their souls.

You guys have seen lots of cool photos of me holding my pink surfboard and in doped up villas in Bali — but I just wanted to let you guys know behind the scenes I don’t have my shit together either.

All we have is our choices in this world. And we get to choose to live on this blue and green dot in whatever way we see fit.

And you haven’t been here
even since that first day
running across the sand
so
I choose me.

I am not defining my life by anything other than what gives my joy.

We must dance, and move and stretch and run and fall into the knowingness that we are alive. Sometimes we forget this.

Instead, worry about your daughter being one of the 1 in 4 cases of sexual assault and harassment, and not opening her voice to speak because we have a president that is a sociopath and doesn’t give a lick about women’s rights.

we breeze through the airport
like fucking weightless chipmunks
or ballerinas
or tinker bells.

Time for more living offline. Time for more living — not working.