Young, Wild, and Free

We never thought we would change so much. With every day that goes by our eyes shift and we can see just a touch more of what is real. I wonder what is next. New sensations at every turn and new loves with every heart beat. New loves form that we never even dreamt of forming. Loves that open new pathways that were not there before. Love of being free to be who we are in a world where not everyone is free to do so. Love of new art that has the ability to change our perceptions of the common to the uncommon. Love of wilderness and mother nature through magical forests that we take walks in and ponder their mysteries. Love of the history of our world, the rights and wrongs we are learning from. Love of critical thinking that enables us to move forward and to make changes to our society through acknowledgment of the contextual differences we all have and bring together.

We never knew that during the course of being young wild and free, we would grow at such magnificent rates. Through the new loves we experience we begin to learn about change and growth. Through the history of great feats carried out by many before us we begin to get inspired. We realize that we all have voices that with a little courage can change our world that we live in, just as those before us changed their world. The shear weight of this realization can be life changing, the outcome breathtaking. At magnificent rates, at different stages of our lives, we begin to accept that our own dreams of change can lead people to truths that they do not yet see. And the circle of life, the circle of change, will continue.

We never thought we could change so much. As we continue to grow and change we need to remind ourselves to be conscious of the barriers that we all inevitably face. We all are different and we all have biases whether we choose to acknowledge them or not. We should strive to be able to recognize that knowledge is directly related to power and gaining new knowledge will give us the power to make a change and take action in whatever form that may mean. With being young, wild and free comes the responsibility of making our world a little better than when we found it. Taking a stand for something that we see is wrong, saying it out loud, and researching it until we all understand it.

The pages of our life..

In our life we go through countless stages, new places we move to, new faces that become a part of our lives, and new ideas that sweep in and take a hold of our decisions.

With each new chapter of our lives, the pages are filled in and these pages slowly become the book of our life. Pages filled with loves and losses and immeasurable times that have slowly created who we are. The chapters that have shaped our lives and created our unique stories will be looked back upon, read again and again. When we pause and look back upon those pages, we will continue to be reminded as to how quickly those pages can turn and how fast a new blank one can appear before us.

In life we learn new ways of thinking while keeping a hold of the things we have already learned. We learn from our mistakes vowing never to make the same one again, but sometimes not achieving this. I believe that it is not the mistakes that matter but what lies in your heart that is of importance. When I am old and look back at my story, I want to smile when I think of the times that make up those pages. I want to know that for every heart ache I have had, before it there was a great love. I want to remember those who entered my life, whether it was for a brief second or a long road together. I want to know that I learned from my mistakes and my heart was always in the right place. I want to not be afraid to remember the pain and relive the pleasures, both of equal powerfulness.

Our time is moving fast, each day matters and each day is another page to add to our stories. The lessons that we are currently learning, whatever they may be, are shaping the next chapter of our story. I'm excited to be able to look back at these pages with contentment and gratification in my heart.

The Perplexity of Prejudices

Prejudice... “An unfavorable opinion or feeling formed before hand or without knowledge, thought, or reason” –Dictionary.com


I would like to believe that humanity would never do this on purpose. People actually thinking and speaking on something they know nothing about, holding themselves on a pedestal and believing that what they are, who they are and how they are… is any better than someone else. Because, after all, what you believe to be true may be completely different than another merely because of the different paths you have taken in life. To me it is that easily explained triggering the much debated question… how can we not all see this? How can we not all know that there is no right way, there is only what we know which is completely different than what our neighbor knows… so there is no right or wrong, just different. Simple right?



Prejudice, to me, is a word that invokes udder sadness. A word of unconscious hate, a word that limits someone’s ability to see the world as it actually is… full of lives that are beautiful, colorful, alive, and thriving. As we grow and change, our eyes open to new ideas. I believe that when you have a deep rooted prejudice, sometimes it is hard for yourself to see. We get stuck on a course that keeps you from thinking outside of what you normally do. We go to the same places and talk to the same people, stay close to what we know in order to feel safe. It is when we are not careful of this complacent state of existence, that our learned behaviors can become prejudices.



To be able to learn new cultural ways of thinking is the key to keeping this world a world free of prejudice. There are billions of us on the planet.. But as DeGenova puts it so well “Imagine what it would be like if the whole world were populated by people just like you”. The travelling I have done has only begun to open my eyes to the vast amount of cultures there are to learn about. I want to see it all, strip myself of any prejudices that I may have, hold myself accountable for every thought and every emotion that I have and be conscious of each one of them. This world is so much bigger than the United States of America. Every day billions of people on this planet live such extremely, astonishingly, incredibly and mind-bogglingly different lives. With each story completely matchless, with each story having the possibility that it could have been you, how could we ever hold an “unfavorable opinion or feeling" about someone's story?