Never Too Late

Never too Late

Never too late

To start again

Never too late

Fully embracing life

Your life

The only 

Present life

You’ve been given

We say…

Tomorrow

Next week

When I don’t

Have kids

When we retire

When, when, when

Crippling ourselves

In passivity’s embrace

Quietly allowing

Distraction, numbness

The grind

To keep us

From us

The you

That’s found

In adventuring

Stepping out

Of your

Comfort zone

Fully into

The glorious

Scary overwhelming

FIRSTS awaiting

At every

Crazy turn

These windy adventures

Becoming the

New norm

Meeting a 

New tribe

Discovering love

Anew or

For the

First time

Join me

Step in

By stepping out

Embrace your

Fear and anxiety

Embrace the you

That’s already

Inside

RLE

10.3.19

F/ Train to Den Haag, Netherlands

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