Youth, a return

My time, it is here. Writing will always be the sweet release my soul yearns for. When I can’t find the words in my head, they pour forth onto this keyboard.

I must stop thinking with my head and start thinking with my heart. I cannot trust my head, it deceives me, it is the spring of all my doubt. My heart, my intuition, when I trust the ‘I just know,’ I will always find my way. When I feel that buzz in my chest, that burn in my stomach, I know that my being is telling me where to walk and it is forward to new places, to growth in my life. My head places me in incessant insanity, forever going in a circle, forever going nowhere.

Our childhood we hold strong intuition, creativity, the spark of a genius, this is a point where we know no bounds, our dreams are as wide as the Universe. Over time, this internal wellspring slowly dies as we allow the noise of the world, the constant bombardment of structure to be just about everything other than yourself overtake you; this is where you move from the heart to the head.

I lost my way as I entered my adolescence, the point in life where we’re told to grow up, to abandon all those unrealistic dreams, those dreams that I’m sure would have came true just by the unbridled passion of youth alone, which is one of the most powerful forces ever known to man. Maybe this is why it’s suppressed, we must be prepared for the box that the nature our society demands of us to fit in.

Adolescence, the point when our imagination is laid to rest, when pretending isn’t favorable amongst our peers, because now that we can reason, we are suggested to the reason of conforming. We are told to stop dreaming, that there is no link between our dreams and reality, settle into what society has prefabbed for you, you shall not fail there. Take this template, one of which your soul does not project, this is told by those who allowed their dreams to be cut short.

The only reason there is this divide between reality and our dreams is because we are told that there is. Now, 26, I intend to abolish that divide once more and return to the magic of my childhood that is brought forth by the intuition that we’re all born with. I must come to believe once more that my dreams are never too big, that they can become reality, that this all can happen as long as I trust what I feel in my heart of hearts, and remain fervent no matter how long my head – the noise of the world that has restricted me to a confine of what can be, tells me that I can’t.

I must follow my heart in the seemingly uncertain places that it tends to lead, it will never lead me farther than I can handle, it will never be a useless venture. If the heart yearns it, there is something to gain, it may not take you where you expected it to, it rarely does, but if you follow it you will go to places where few men have ever gone.

Youth, a return