Letter from my Heart to my Head

Something I wrote last night in the Redwoods and felt inspired to share

You say we are aimless.
I say we are wanderers.

You say we have never had a plan.
I say we are masters of letting go and letting God.

You say we are uncommitted.
I say we are not ready and it would take extra work to free ourselves from situations that do not suit us.

You say we are procrastinating.
I say our soul is a lounger from the old world long before capitalism and likes to eat grapes and soak in the public baths.

You say we are moody.
I say no one would respect the sea or write poems about it if it was always placid.

You say we are melodramatic.
I say we are born storytellers and prone to living life like a novel.

You say we are losing control of how others perceive us. I say it was a Fool’s errand anyway. Herding cats.

You say we are getting older and must settle for what we can get.
I say we will die on the sword of our true desires! (And why are you always so obsessed with timelines? They’re not very sexy).

You say we are more fucked up than m…