Go.

Follow the paths that call your name, love the people you want to love and let your journey lead your heart through the places that remind you what it is to feel everything with such an intensity that you couldn’t possibly picture living your life in any other way than it is in that moment. I hope to let my travelers path become a time capsule of my better self, a self that I can look to and learn from when I’m feeling inadequate. If there is anything passing through strange land has given me it’s the idea that to be an artist you don’t always necessarily have to be “good”, but you do have to go. Let what you share be beautiful because of it’s naked truth in your life. Let the moon pull on the tides of your body and the sun grace your browning skin. Let the hurt you find make you warmer, and the hard, softer. Be beautiful but do so in way that the way you see becomes your charm. As you go the kindness you encounter deserves to be acknowledged and whenever you can, reciprocate the good you are given. Remember that the people you are surrounded by are not required to like you, and for the times they simply don’t try not to let this fact make you love them less. Be brave. Love Hard. Focus.