This one is for the hummingbirds
the ones who don’t tie their identity to a singular post
This is for the doers
the ones who get sh*t done at work
and go home
to do their other work.
The writers like Elizabeth Gilbert
who get rejection after rejection
yet year after year
come home smelling like somebody else’s french fries
to do the work anyway.
This is for the painters
and poets who also dream of being designers
This is for the ones who are not intimidated by the word passion
because they know that even though they may not have
an explosive flame to shine bright into the world
they have a sea of bioluminescence waiting to touch sand
and naked skin.
This is for the mothers who dream of being more than somebody’s mother
the daughters who go against their father’s wishes
and sons who do not bear the weight of bread-winning alone.
Our extrovert society has a hard-on for passion
for a single focus
and throws shame
for not knowing who you are at age three
Yet the most interesting people to meet
are the ones who still don’t know
what they want to be when they grow up
at age 75
the ones who sit on a pile of experiences
bringing the best of each world together
running from flower to flower.
From the outside this may look like chaos
but this is a dance
that gives the world colour
go do all your damn things.
We desperately need you too.
Author: Annabelle Blythe
Image: Author’s Own
Editor: Nicole Cameron