Refuse The Labels

They say, find your lane.

As if you were built to travel in straight lines.

As if you were meant to pick one road and never wander.

But you are not a lane.

You are a horizon, endless, shifting, alive.

No one is standing at the edge of your life demanding you choose just one version of yourself.

No judge with a gavel saying, This is who you must be forever.

The only prison walls are the ones you’ve agreed to build.

Being Untamed means tearing them down.

It means being the poet and the warrior.

The one who whispers and the one who roars.

The one who blooms in the light and dances in the dark.

You are allowed to change your mind,

to shed your skin,

to outgrow who you were yesterday without apologizing for it.

You are a thousand selves stitched together,

and every one of them is real.

Every one of them is worthy.

Every one of them is yours to live.

Stop forcing yourself into one shape, one name, one story.

You are not here to be tidy.

You are here to be whole.

And wholeness?

That’s the wildest, most untamed thing you’ll ever be.