Colouring in the within the lines. A letter to myself: questions.
Whose dream are you chasing?
Whose timeline have you come to adopt as your own?
Who defined your limits?
Who told you how far is too far?
When did you inherit this doubt?
When did your goals become dreams; dreams become wishes and wishes become unattainable.
When did you realise how far is too far?
When did you find silent contentment in something you never wanted.
If there were no lines, no prescribed boundaries, no end to one page; nor beginning to another; where would your brush strokes start and where would they end?
If there were no lines, what colours, shapes, and hopes would your heart desire.
Is this what you really wanted?
Don’t run someone else’s race. Don’t chase what they said would fulfil you.
Run from regret.