You must follow the yellow brick road.
You must do what has been done before.
You must follow experiences of others.
You know this can’t be done.
Why should your dreams ever come true?
You don’t know a thing about how to do this.
It has been tried before; all have failed.
You are not good enough.
Why would anyone care about what you have to say?
One can’t change the world.
You don’t have the right ideas.
You don’t think things through.
It’s going to cost too much.
You don’t have enough time.
Yet, inside you, there is this feeling
Deep down in the space, you don’t talk about
It talks of strength, love, and adventure
It asks of you to ride dragons
And to run alongside wolves
It knows you have been to Hogwarts many lifetimes ago
This voice that wakes up at 3 am, when all is asleep
You can feel your heart beating in your throat
Like never before
You get up and lift your tired bones out of bed
Your hands begin to write in words you have never heard before
You are the creator of new lands and discover the language of unicorns
Your heart flies with the Phoenix and together you land on sandy beaches of unknown worlds
The more you write the more this voice becomes alive
It wishes to tell you about all the untold stories you must create
You have yourself to rescue
You dance a wild dance with your ink-stained pen
Words come out of nowhere, just to settle softly on your paper
So you write and write
Night after night
Day in and day out
You leave the self-doubts behind and create
Just for you
You are writing your precious soul alive
Rebirthing all that you thought was lost
Your sleepless dream is finally coming to an end
Your eyes open up slowly and for the first time in a very long time you see you
The truth of your creative reflection shines through the illusionary matrix of reality
So pick up your pen my love, you have a new story to tell to us
And only you can tell it
Don’t listen to the limitations of others any longer
We need you
And your stories
You will find a tribe of wild ones who will follow your calling
Howl with the wolves and set your soul on fire
Pick up your pen and fly my darling
Be you, be all of you
Write. Out. Loud.
Hows. With. The Wolves.
Sip a little more: A new story (or why you must trust your wings)