It’s super dorky, so be warned. Anyone who writes a mission statement for their life clearly takes themselves too seriously but it just came to me and so I wrote it down. I retain every right to be embarrassed of it later and claim I never wrote such a thing. But right now I think it’s beautiful so here goes.
I want to draw a picture of a life. A style of life. A life that is beautiful, adventurous, worldly, historical. Lived outdoors in the splendor of nature and in spaces that reflect the majesty humankind is capable of. A life that is free and wild, and kind, and crazy, a life that reads books and smells perfume and cares about those who walked this earth before. A testament to innovation with a soul, an exploration of the human instinct to tempt the impossible and to make our days lovely as a work of art. A life lived in books and trees and fabulous clothes, a life lived by individuals who are unafraid to be themselves and to make the most of our tiny, short, huge, immeasurable existence.
What do you think? I figure I’d also post some photos that I’ve reblogged on Tumblr recently that represent this feeling to me.