And in that, I am free.
Can the world handle you with your red heart beating open?
She went on to be the first woman to film a documentary on Everest where she captured what she claims is a metaphor for human ambition. Stories of dead bodies and garbage cluttering the walls of Everest. Oxygen tanks being stolen. Everyone wishing to rise while stepping over this Earth and each other.
I ask questions like, “Should we bet on us?” and am afraid to committing to the future because not many men have committed to me. I’m afraid they will all go —
the track record is more left stories than love stories.
I feel a big “fuck you” to the system. To red tape.
To “the way it is just because it’s the way it is”.
To people’s willingness to lay down and die in a life that is parched dry of the authenticity of their souls.
You guys have seen lots of cool photos of me holding my pink surfboard and in doped up villas in Bali — but I just wanted to let you guys know behind the scenes I don’t have my shit together either.
All we have is our choices in this world. And we get to choose to live on this blue and green dot in whatever way we see fit.
And you haven’t been here
even since that first day
running across the sand
I choose me.
I am not defining my life by anything other than what gives my joy.
We must dance, and move and stretch and run and fall into the knowingness that we are alive. Sometimes we forget this.