I found your heart on the passenger seat of a minivan in a used car lot. The moment I approached it, my own heart skipped a beat. Though so many would seek to put you in a box like a cadaver for them to make their own judgments about, you are stronger than that. Your heart knows it was made for bigger and brighter things. It looked out the window and saw the world beyond our scope of vision. It saw other hearts driving with passion instead of being fueled by others' confining words and wishes. Your heart looked past the horizon and into the potential of your life and that of others.
I saw your heart driven by ambition while you kept one hand on the wheel,not for fear of crashing but rather to guide the journey. My key won't turn the ignition and somewhere deep inside I know that's for the best. Still, the recent todays make it feel like the absence of any sparked concern may endure.
You don't know it and yet somehow, thankfully, you do. I don't know if it was courage or foolishness that offered me the opportunity to share with you, but for now I am thankful. I remember that more often regret stems from inaction than from missteps and mistakes. So at least I'm learning to use my words. Whether I have acted in a moment of courageous boldness or a whisper of premature openness, it's a new experience and a new way of becoming myself. I'll be myself for the rest of my life so I might as well learn to live as me. Thank you for encouraging to live my truth. Thank you.