Open Windows

At some point in time, everyone wants to be a writer. Everyone has that itch in their hand, that dream in their heart, and that urge to share their mind and soul with the universe in the form of words on a piece of paper. Everyone wants to open the window to their heart and soul and stand there proud and unashamed as the world peers in. Everyone wants to be understood and acknowledged for the beauty we all feel inside of ourselves. Everyone wants to give their very essence and have it be accepted and loved absolutely and unconditionally. The trouble is that as we travel down the road, dreaming of this great reveal, we walk right past an open window. And then another. And then another. Everyone wants to be seen. But for that, it takes someone to stop and look.