Life doesn’t have to match. We don’t have to follow all the rules. Life doesn’t have to be black and white, black or white, or any other color, for that matter. Life is just life. We don’t have to define or categorize it. In fact, I don’t think we should –trying to make sense of the unknown will only drive more confusion. This world we live in is confusing enough. Perhaps it’s more logical to embrace what baffles us instead of running away all the time, turning a blind eye. I want to stop running away. I want to be mismatched more often.
I believe in crossing the line, when there is a line that needs to be crossed. I am an advocate for speaking up when there is something that should be said. I think we ought to step outside our comfort zones and wander into the unknown, so we can get to know it a little better. That’s one healthy way to make progress, in my opinion.
Let the wind catch you hair. Run away. Dream hard. If you aren’t uncomfortable, from time to time, dream even harder. Find comfort in discomfort — this is how we expand. This is how we move and shape things. Allow fear to push you rather than hold you back. And, every once in a while, just let fucking go.
I want to be scared and excited and completely lost, so that I can find my way back and experience something new along the frightening and invigorating journey. I want to be capable of embracing uncomfrotable emotions instead of hiding from them. Life is a jungle. Life is chaos. Life is frantically, beautifully mismatched. Black, white…white, black…it is all the same. The only difference is perspective. And perspective is a pretty good start, because with it comes all the possibility in the world.
Photos by Cameron Holland