spreading love

I am 18 years old. I have studied long and hard about life. Meditated on deep focus, seen the world for what it really was. Yet, j still have not experienced it.
I was introduced to a new way of thinking by my cousin. Who has practiced hos way since childhood.
I'm about to leave on a journey with him out west to learn the ways of our ancestors. Yet, as I'm sitting here, still waiting, contemplating my departure in the ne,t few months. I get a longing. Like time had sped up when I learned of who I really am. Then when I get a job, prepare, and start cutting things out of my life, time almost seems to stretch. Your days are long, but they flow by so quickly. There are things I wish I could tell the people around me. Let them know how free they are.
So I decided I would do just that. I'm starting to write letters of peace and love. What really matters, how I truly feel. And spreading them in random places. Yes, dropping notes on the floor and having someone pick it up.Why not? Waste of paper? Not if its for a simple message to a loved one. Because we really are all loved.

Aren't we? :)