Ordinary is far from ideal, far from the wild and extravagant dreams and desires I carry deep within my soul. Desires to soar high, run free and do the unthinkable because not doing it would cause me to whither away. Striving for the attainable would be the end all, there would be no gold medals given at the end of the day, no prize to be awarded or trophies to be expected. We would all be taught to just breath. Because that's attainable.
There is a constant beating against my ribs, a pulsing through my body that begs and longs for something greater and more ambitious. That beat longs to be met with the rhythm of adventure and risk, it longs to be challenged and confronted with new possibilities. That beat won't stop, it mustn't. Make music, be loud with the life you have. Carry that beat inside of you to the ends of the earth and back, then when you have done so we can all hear the melody that pulses through your core.
