She loved, but loving got her in trouble in more ways than one. Most of all, she loved adventure.
At the age of five, clad with a coat and winter boots, she left the school playground with a friend to play on a snowbank akin to Mt. Everest in her mind. She didn’t think twice about it being a couple of blocks away near the railroad tracks, school was over and adventure was calling. But then of course, it took a long time for her mother to find her when she wasn’t waiting outside to be picked up, discipline ensued. It was the price she paid for following her heart.
Though it wasn’t long before her heart was convoluted. The more she grew up, the more the world around her told her she was wrong. Metaphorically speaking, she took her boots off. She played it safe, compromised to make the people around her happy. She hated herself for doing it, but it seemed to be the thing to do. No one she ever knew held onto their heart’s adventure.
But one fine day, she started questioning everything. She decided maybe she wasn’t so bad, loving wasn’t so wrong, adventure was necessary for her soul and the people who didn’t get it could, “Go fly a kite,” to put it nicely. She started thinking for herself again.
Then she put her boots back on and went on her heart’s adventure.
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