Then, trust

And sometimes it is easy to dismiss the world. To say, it is too hard here and too cutting. To lock up your heart in a concrete box in the hope it will survive an earthquake or a hurricane. Lock up your most valuable treasures, your impossible dreams, your soft shelled ideals, your trust and vulnerability, out of fear of how the world might break them.

But the world is tricky. It has soft green spring shoots that will curl through the cracks in your walls. It has autumn winds that will whistle at you until you cannot help but answer. And it takes only a moment, when the sun comes spilling from the horizon for your walls to keep the world at bay to crumble. Let them fall. You were never meant to be kept behind closed doors. You were meant to shine. You were meant to shout. You were meant to live.
Oh, wild one, you were born for this.