They call us lazy, they call us lost, Bound by the weight of a judgment tossed. But in our hearts, a fire still glows, A quiet strength the world may not know. They name us distracted, heads in the sky, Yet stars are born where dreams dare to fly. Who says the road must be straight and clear? What if our path winds, far and near? No label can hold the truth of our soul, A story too vast, a journey too whole. For we are rivers, wild and free, Flowing toward oceans no eyes can see. So strip away the words they say, Let us dance in our own sacred way. For lazy is rest when the heart is weary, Distracted is wonder when life feels dreary. We are not less, we are not more, We are the tide on a limitless shore. Free to be messy, free to be whole, Free to define the depths of our soul.
Free young children from strollers and prams. Let them walk until they are tired. Carry them when they are tired. Let them walk again, once rested. This is so that you will never need another screen or screen-time to distract and tire your child out. Let them walk with you. Engage their legs to engage their health. Healthy feet, healthy hearts, healthy societies. Let them walk again.