Wandering Wild

Because life isn't about survival--life is beautiful, and it's meant to be lived.

Fear is screaming at me to stop. Doubt is begging me to turn around. But I ignore them both, because something else is urging me onward, something much more powerful: Hope

You’re gorgeous Zander that's no secret. But I hope you know it goes beyond your looks. What's inside you here”, I press a finger to his chest, right over his heart, “is more beautiful than what's here”, i move my hand up to his cheek, offering the gentlest of touches before lowering my arm again, “and if I can see that after just a few short days, then anyone who can’t is an idiot

But sometimes you have to do the things in life that you don’t want, so that you can achieve the things you do want

First you hate me, and then you try to get me naked? I might need a moment to catch up.

It's reminding me that this is what living is meant to be: taking risks, embracing challenges, doing things that are as exciting as they are terrifying.