So let the wind blows us

So, I've been thinking.

Yes, please run. When that happens, it can be quite scary.

And, I don't really know what everything means. Because I'm young, oh so young, and I don't know exactly what I want out of this crazy life.

But, maybe, at the exact same time, I do.

I wrote in my journal.

I want to be happy.

I want to love.

I want to be a woman of hope. I want hope to guide me, pull me, push me. Just when I think I can't go any further.

I want to play. I never want to stop, I never want to stop exploring, learning, and appreciating.

I want to get dirty. Dirt on my face, hands, under my nails. As long as that means I've lived, and maybe enjoyed this beautiful earth that much more.

I want to laugh. And, make people laugh too. Even at the risk of sounding like a complete crazy loon. It's just so much more fun that way.

I want to know God. I want that to come and go right through my soul, so that I always feel like He is filling me right back up.

I want to be a best friend. I want to have best friends.

I want to fall in love. With a man, with beautiful children, with places all over this world.

I want to be strong. Strong enough to be independent, still relying on God and others, and strong enough to be me. Not afraid to be exactly who I am.

And, more than anything, I just want to believe. I want to believe that anything is possible. That love can move mountains. That everything happens for a reason. And that every day, every moment. It's a gift.

So, yes, I've been thinking. Life is confusing, challenging, hard, ugly, dirty, and just plain ridiculous sometimes. But you know what?

Those perfect moments—watching a pure and steady sunset, laughing with tears rolling down your face, coming home with grass stains from a game well played, and just LIVING—it kind of makes everything worthwhile.