

Life is a forest fire, where you either run from the flames or become a spark from which a new world will be born. Today I made a bonfire of other people's advice and breathed in the smoke of my burned "shoulds". The ashes settled on my skin like tattoos of freedom, and the wind scattered the remnants across the wastelands of the past. Are you still extinguishing your desires to save the dry trees of someone else's approval? It's time to set the roots on fire - let the fire eat everything but the seeds of your madness. But remember, from the ashes will grow not flowers, but clawed sprouts that will break through the asphalt of convention and break through to the sun, even if it is blind💕