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A Letter to the Wayward
“By stepping out of the box, you risk never being able to fit back inside it. You’re in a different realm now, there is no going back. Congratulations.” - Note from a couple on the outskirts of New Orleans in 2011
I cannot promise that leaving will solve the questions in your heart just as I cannot promise you will arrive safely at the end of your journey. Through your uncertainty, when the world calls your name, listen. Listen to the suits and the corner store beggars, to the ocean’s edge and city streets. As you go, open your ears to everything with patience. Even silence has something to give if you are willing to be still. Through planes and love and foreign ground, tired as you may be, turn, and then listen to yourself.
Your restless heart isn’t getting any younger.
Now tell me.
What does it say?
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The Art of Leaving
Wonder. Wander. Run like Hell.