How I love these words, this reminder . An ode . To live a wild + precious life .
Were we not made to be wild hearted ?
I smile at the sound of a wild heart . A heart that isn't limited by the world around it . A heart that isn't conformed to the trends or the fads or the common cravings of surrounding individuals . A heart that isn't molded based on someone else's' needs or wants .
A heart that is free .
And spirited .
And beautiful .
I don't believe we were made to be a tame kind of people .
We were made to be people who
and breathe deeply
and dream largely
and think curiously
and stand in awe of the mystery and complexity of the Earth itself
and desire a greater purpose for
of our lives .
All too often I find my mind casting itself back into the game of comparison, wondering if I am doing this all wrong . Wondering whether my life is really all that valid when it may not look like her life or his life or her life or hers .
Wondering if it would be a better life if I did this certain something
or lived in that place
or knew this person
or looked like that person .
A wild heart would seemingly lead to a wild life .
Unassuming . Unknowing . Unraveled at times, but unafraid .
I want a heart that isn't afraid to look at a little mess and smile, recognizing the beauty in it all .
It was all unknown to me then, as I sat on that white bench on the day I finished my hike . Everything except the fact that I didn't have to know . That it was enough to trust that what I'd done was true . To understand its meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was . . . To believe that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore . To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough . That was everything . It was my life - like all lives, mysterious + irrevocable + sacred . So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me . How wild it was, to let it be .
- Cheryl Strayed, Wild
So, what W I L L you do with this wild + precious life of yours ?