Brave

Maybe she was born to be everything and nobody's. To be put on a pedestal and worshipped or maybe sat beside, adored.

To hold your hand and slip through your fingers if you tried to hold on.

Some people were born to be free and wild. 

And loved and lost. 

An enigma, she is not your answer, but you will get there someday.

He was probably born to make me smile, even if only for a day. 

To hold me for one night and slip away with the stars come morning. 

Some people are born to teach you to love life. 

To take chances and never regret. Go find out who you are and everything you want in this world.

And love the people that choose you everyday. 

Never settle for less.

Most of us here are lost.

Not sure what we were born to fix or who.

Where we're supposed to be and why love is the answer.

Maybe we're all just passing by, slowing building each other up till we find ourselves. 

Till we find some place to call home.

Or someone.

Some people feel like home. 

Like maybe you were born to meet them eventually and hold their smiles on your long escapade.

To teach you how to love without condition and face each day with curiosity and kindness.

To never be afraid, life is too short and people are all we've got so open your heart.

You were born to be loved, to love, to cry and to hurt. 

To run and climb, and fall sometimes.

To cry when your heart breaks, to feel pain when pain wants to be felt. 

And to open your arms for happiness to embrace you.

You were born to be every version of you. 

To rage and to fight, to be brave. 

                                          --Ananya Murali