Day after day I'm so afraid of how I feel. The way history repeats its self proves so surreal and I find myself sitting at the edge of the same rabbit hole I jumped down in prehistory with the same painfully intense yearning and curiosity. The old becomes so new and tempting and while I owe myself the possibility of everything I've always wanted, I'm held back by the fear of losing all I have.

Then.

Then it was different. Then, instincts didn't matter because they were ruled out by fear. Then, all of the red flags and consequences vanished and the only thing I could see and all I looked forward to was the end. The end of another regret before it began. Never did I ask myself what awful things would come out of these short moments of surrender. Never did I think of all that would become tainted. Not once did the pain of now cross my mind then. Then, I was the only human being I trusted. 

Then was not today.

The day you do everything you're told...

Is the day you become a slave to someone less than yourself...

Those who feel the need to control what isn't theirs have no control over what is.

Take charge of your life.

Never surrender.

"May all your weeds be flowers."

I try not to take for granted the dandelions and wildflowers that are so unappreciated.

Maybe they're not as perfect, and maybe they're not as well-groomed, but maybe they deserve more credit.
Sure, a rose smells good and all.

But can it grant a wish?

"There is no beauty...

without some strangeness in the proportion."
- Edgar Allan Poe

Maybe the concern isn't whether you're normal,
but whether you're strange enough to be memorable.