Run/To

Everything you run from will still be there when you get back.
Maybe part of me knew,
Maybe I just like to push the buttons,
Shake every snow globe
Take every opportunity.
Maybe I'm just selfish.
Don't take my optimism for naïveté, please:
I may not know how deep this rabbit hole goes,
But I've dug enough to know what the bottom looks like.
And I keep choosing happiness, anyway.
I love fiercely.
I live a strange and imperfect life.
I make poor decisions.
And I go all the way through.
So come with me.
You're the last thing I want to run from.

Tempest toss'd.

At some point, I had to just trust the world. I realized that I have little to no control over what happens to me, and complete control over how I respond to it.
I'm curious. Painfully, indefatigably, to-a-fault curious.
I want to know about the world and about myself, and so sometimes I take risks and I put myself in uncomfortable situations and I like to go and do and see not only to see what the world is made of, but to see what I am made of.
I grow deeper and stronger. I am less and less fragile. I connect and I create and I live. Maybe I will hurt for it, but there is no wonder in safe harbors. There are no starlit dreams in careful steps. I'm so thankful for the safety of home that I've always carried in my heart: that I can travel far and wide and never feel truly adrift.

Location:Cairo