a dash of sunny Spontaneity
“Dismiss thoughts of good, bad, right, wrong, success, failure – be spontaneous.” – Josh Goldberg
She wanted to be spontaneous
throw caution to the wind
take a chance
defy common sense
jump in the fountain
dance all night
count the stars
sing to the moon
howl like a banshee
at the twelveth of noon…
oh, who was she foolin’
she was raised to be
a square peg.
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I think we are all square pegs in a way… maybe we should be happy for that… it makes the world a little bit more peaceful
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I can completely relate to how she feels.. some of us are born & raised in a different way and long to be spontaneous every once in a while. Beautifully penned 🙂
Thank you so much for your kind participation 😀 means a lot to me 😀
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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Yes, there are those people who just cannot be spontaneous, no matter how hard they try!
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Yeah. No matter how free we want to be, sometimes, we just end up back in the box, rather than out of it.
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Wow! This is lovely 🙂
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Lovely!!
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Sometimes the desire for abandon is all we can do–and maybe that is enough sometimes?
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Maybe. Hope so
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