People need People

I woke up this morning proud of myself; I woke up proud of my friends; I woke up proud of people I know only in name and not in spirit. The initial thought you have in the morning is the one that tells the universe what to serve you for the day. When you open your eyes, your mind, your heart to the possibility that life doesn’t need to be suffered, doesn’t need to be black and white, kaleidoscopic life starts really happening.  So many people are fixed in a bleached life, void of colour. This downfall is largely due to the distorted belief that we’re in this thing called life alone and that we must keep climbing, despite those we step on to get there. People need people. Bottom line. We don’t get to the top alone.

I’ve seen it so much lately- We’ve become such a destructive society that we’re all waiting with pitchforks at the ready to stab the confidence of others. It’s become an occasional occurrence to just be happy for others, that we’ve nearly forgotten how to do so. Life is not a competition, there isn’t a limited “good” reserved for a selected few. You can have all the success, all the happiness you want if you just ask for it- You don’t need to tear others down to get it. We wait so patiently for people to fail but never think of lifting them higher to prevent it happening. Instead of hoping for the arrival of someone else’s sadness, stop, and change your thought process to something that will bring you happiness. When all your thoughts are coated in ugliness for others, it  only highlights the ugliness in you. What you put out into the universe for others, is ultimately what you put out for yourself. So next time you’re about to judge, or insult, or deflate someone’s spirit just pause a moment and rewind. Rewind to the time before you became a person to stop being proud of. You should always be the version of yourself you want to show off to the world, and in an attempt to dim someone’s shine you move further away from that person. Think beautiful thoughts and magic will unfold for you. If you see something beautiful; let it be known. Compliment. Uplift.

Spread the shine, the light and the love. Because people need people to be anyone or do anything that matters.

Please Do Not Feed the Fears

I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how many people have blocked the best moments of their life from manifesting, because they feared straying too far from the pack. We like the idea of extraordinary… within bounds, within ordinance. The single greatest thing that keeps us stuck in ordinary is the fear we have of looking stupid. Validation is the craze that kills us; we incessantly seek out others to tell us how beautiful our flowers are but what we show them is a photocopy of one garden. Each person has an energy, an energy that encompasses all that they are, but so many don’t show it. I’ve come to know my energy (as much as a person can) and the thing is, I know it is fresh and it is raw but only about three people has my energy revealed itself to. I don’t bring my energy to play; it just watches from the sidelines as I partake in conversations I don’t want to be having, with people I don’t want to talk to because I fear who I am and who I might become. I put myself in environments that my soul will never grow from. Our energy is the only thing that won’t belong to anybody else, but instead of allowing it flourish; we blanket it. We conceal the most magic parts of us because we fear looking stupid, and it holds us back. My God, does it hold us back!

Think about the people we remember and why we do so. The people that impact us have done so because they let us feel their energy. Free are those who wear the colour of their energy boldly. We’re all trying so hard to be someone who everybody likes that we don’t even know ourselves well enough to like us. It’s everywhere- thinking of catchy captions instead of the words we want to say, agreeing with someone when we know they are wrong, hesitating from saying hi to a stranger in the street for fear of what they might think, and the list goes on and on. We’ve become caged bears to the opinions of others.  If you give them the power to be, fears will be the parasites that leave you weak, as they grow strong. But it doesn’t have to be that way. We don’t have to exist in fear. We don’t need to be stuck, if we don’t want to be. Other people’s opinions really don’t matter that much. The world doesn’t have to be dark. Your energy must not be masked.

Get to know yourself- become your energy. Wear your energy boldly, proudly, profoundly to become the you-est and greatest version of you. And when you feel fear’s hand on your chest, pushing you back, simply move it out of the way and tell it you disagree. Say what you want to say. Talk to who you want to talk to. Disagree with the masses, if it is what you believe. Say hi to strangers. Smile at life. Smile at yourself and become what you are. And please, never, ever feed the fears.




Leave the map at home

How many times have you walked on a completely straight path? I’m going to jump right in, and say never. And for any smart ass out there who wants to argue with me, how long did it last? Because if something is only straight, lacking all curves and contours, then one of two things will occur; you will reach an abrupt halt, or you will walk that path for the rest of forever and never reach a destination. The thing with destinations is that they need to be reached- or so we have been led to believe. But what happens when we get there? For the mass, an overwhelming everything and two minutes later; an overwhelming nothing. We’ve made it, we’re here, and what the hell now?

The paths we walk weren’t marked with rulers. They will never take us from a to z. But what the world fails to tell us in forming the obsession with destination, is that z isn’t the destination. And what z means to me might only be a to you. The extent of your life spiraling is exactly parallel to the extent you try to map it. There is nothing to be found in a map, other than the lost version of yourself. Leave your map at home, scribble over your plans- breathe in the unknown. Life will hold you by the hand and take you places- place you neither dreamed nor wanted to go, places where sometimes you’ll stagger and stumble and even fall- but you just need to give your hand without reluctance. When you walk down an unknown path, in unison with life, many a time you’ll be adapting to each twist and turn, without the knowledge of doing so.

Life is clumsy and forgetful and things will always go wrong. But like all straight roads, all turns, too, must end. If you’re going through a turn that wasn’t in your “plan”, and while it may be unsettling, just walk on to the next turn- because these turns might take you to the exact point you’re meant to be. Don’t connect the dots on your life, moving from one end of the line to the next. This is not to disregard all plans and go be a carefree hippie in the forest (as much I really really would love to) but yeah of course, have goals. And smash them. Just remember life will have more for you when you embrace the unforeseen and the unimaginable. Your path wasn’t made to be straight so put away the measuring tape. Just walk on. Because when you stop looking at where your feet are going, your eyes and your heart will witness some incredible views along the way.


We weren’t old then, sure look at us now.

When does old begin?

When does the whisper of death, that was once a haze in the distance, become a scream a few inches from your face?

This isn’t as morbid as it sounds (I promise), it’s actually quite positive, if you stick with me.

There are a few colossal themes that dictate our obsessions and anxieties; death, money; time. Quite basically- it all comes down to numbers; the number of days left, the location of the zero-before or after- the other numbers in an account, number of minutes in a day, number of days in a life. We’ve become so accustomed to counting that we’re actually rather good at it. But where the struggle seeps in is the actually making days count. Time flies and it rolls onto the next but it never just happens. We post throwbacks longer than we spent living and enjoying the moment we were in. We tirelessly fantasize the future, without ever sculpting it from the present. We’re not so good at the here and now. There always needs to be a larger thought process in which we are in the middle of.

What is the actual point of photos? And, who are they for? I, personally, hoard photos and every single time that little “your storage is full” bullshit message pops up I can’t bear to part with the photos that are looked at, less than three times in any given month. The moment loses value, the moment reliving takes priority over living. You can’t relive life and if you do it properly, you shouldn’t need to.

My nanny inspired this thought earlier when we were sharing stories and laughs. Talking about the ‘old days’ and she said “we weren’t old then, sure look at us now”. And it hit home for me because you never know when your time of putting dents in the dance-floor, becomes your time of watching from the sidelines. They didn’t have phones- and they didn’t need them… They were living. And the reliving is only possible because the living was.

The message of this is not anti-phone (as we are the scrolling thumb generation) but pro-live and predominately, pro-living-well. Don’t spend your time, as doing so presumes the immediate relinquishing of it. But soak up your time. Soak in every second and Continue reading “We weren’t old then, sure look at us now.”

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