I think you were born to wake up.
To become conscious and deliberate
In all your choices.
To allow love as the driving force
Behind them all.
To be mindful of your human footprint
and leave the people and places you touch
Better and more beautiful.
I think you were born to question things.
To summon up the courage to ask.
To develop new ways and solutions.
To see with great and clear vision,
Into the heart of the world.
Not just as things are, but as they could be.
I think you were born to be you.
To do away with convention.
To admire and respect your quirks.
To follow your whims,
And let your dreams carry you gently above the world.
To also give permission to feel safe
In your own skin.
I think you were born to express.
To sing at the top of your lungs
Without holding your breath
Or wondering whether your heart melodies
will be heard or received.
To paint like you are Picasso,
And write like the next great novel
Or play or script is at your fingertips.
I think you were born to do something great.
To become amazing at the one thing
You cannot go a day without.
Or to try a million things,
So that you can have a taste of all life’s sweetnesses.
I think you were born to be wild.
To answer the call of adventure if it finds you.
To wander without aim,
But with great love and wonder.
To do away with plans and be guided
to grand and new places.
Let it stretch you.
I think you were born to be here.
To be fully human, in all its glory.
To feel the jagged edge of sorrow
And many, many moonbeams of joy.