“You were born to run wild with color, not to fade into the grey.”
There is a wild horse inside of you—
not tamed by time, not broken by hardship.
Its heart beats with the rhythm of the Earth,
and its breath dances with the winds of change.
You are not meant to move in straight lines.
You are here to gallop through the unknown,
to kick up dust and dreams alike,
to wear your colors proudly,
even if the world asks you to dull your shine.
Each scar on your body is a brushstroke.
Each memory—a symbol.
You are not chaos.
You are a masterpiece in motion.
When the world tells you to slow down,
you listen instead to the drumbeat in your chest—
calling you to move, to explore, to live.
Not for applause. Not for approval.
But because your soul was made to fly without wings.
You are not just surviving.
You are galloping toward something greater.
Not everyone will understand your fire,
but you must run anyway—
because healing doesn’t always look like stillness.
Sometimes, healing looks like wild thunder
racing across an endless sky,
mane flying, heart unchained.
You are the dream that refuses to be ridden,
the fire that cannot be put out,
the spirit that colors even the darkest day.
So run—
not to escape, but to return
to the truth of who you’ve always been:
Fierce. Free. Beautifully untamed.
