"Right now, I urge you to unravel the listless, rigid parts and feed your wild, because it is the wild you, not the barely alive, embedded-into-routine, zombie-like you that is now struggling for air. Restore the wild and the warrior. You shouldn't have to get sick or halt domesticity to find it; you just need to remember that you are human, still very much alive, and wickedly, wildly extraordinary." - Victoria Erickson

I don't mind small talk, but what I really love to know are the things you won't tell anyone during the day. I want to know what you're living for, what keeps you going through life, what keeps you from truly living, and especially what you think about right before you drift off to sleep. I don't mind hearing about your favorite color or what you learn in school, but that's not where I thrive. I thrive on the dimension's of people, their heartfelt stories, their humanness. You simply cannot keep living in a square mile of the city when continents are calling out to you.