unfolding of a written archive

A traveler. Not what your ‚trigger dictionary‘ might suggest. 

Its a metaphor. 

A perpetual learning curve that twists and turns never curbing my enthusiasm. 

I am a ‚traveler of the introspect‘ who seeks discomfort in sharing my narrative. 

An ‚inner child guardian‘ who never stops believing in humans‘ ability to create and love without condition.

An ‚ever opitmistic play date‘ with a melancholic tick who ventured into the abyss of inner self just to unearth a spark of light fusing a senseful response for togetherness. 

A ‚vulnerability warrior‘ who preys on illusions and deceit to parade honesty and the ultimate search for purpose. 

It’s confidence.

It’s strength.

It’s a metaphor.

Do you see it?

Yes? 

We are connected. 

I am a natural navigator convinced water is the ultimate metaphor shaping our collective mindset for life. Are we aware to not add too much poison? 

Flow is my god speed for creative outbursts. When the stars of sharp intelligence and deep instinctive connection align, is where I encounter that appetite like a freedom driven wolf.

I planted a seed just to realize that my human interference was not needed in my inner jungle. It was enough to sit on that forest floor, breathe and be mesmerized by the songs Quetzals were chirping. 

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