Wanting it all isn't the sin.

Why I wrote this:

Because it terrifies me how badly I want it all. Because desire should be a collision, not a performance. And nothing feels lonelier than burning alone in a fire you had to start.

So we remember: wanting it all isn’t the sin. Forgetting we once did, that’s the real death.

I wrote this because I’d rather burn than lie.

Some of us would rather build a life of gentle mornings, savage nights, and fierce loyalty. Not everyone will get that. We would rather build soft homes inside people who f**k us like they want to tear the walls down. Someone who feels like both refuge and risk. Pinned against a wall and protected from the world by the same hand. We would rather find eternity in soft gazes and forget time in hard grips. Some of us would rather chase impossible dreams than die slowly in comfort. Not everyone will get that. We would rather lose sleep over passion than sleep peacefully through boredom. We would rather risk failure than scars than safety that suffocates. I am some of us. I will hold desire and discipline in the same breath. And still, I’ll let ambition move my hands, and devotion steady them.

The whole point of dreaming is to dream so loudly that reality starts to listen. The whole point of passion is to keep going until even doubt kneels. The whole point of pain is to turn it into something so beautiful they can’t look away. The whole point of scars is to wear them so openly that they can’t decide if you’re broken or unbreakable. The whole point of standards is to keep them even when loneliness knocks like an old friend. The whole point of boundaries is to make them so sacred that even your softness can’t cross them. The whole point of wanting more is to want so fiercely that it teaches you who you really are. The whole point of f**king up is to turn even your ruins into reasons. Live so intensely that they mistake your devotion for madness.