From the moment we are born, we come into the world raw, unfiltered, and full of wonder. Childhood is a time when we are most connected to our true selves — before life begins layering expectations, responsibilities, wounds, and successes onto us.
But life happens.
We get shaped by experiences, by heartbreaks, by victories, by survival. Some of us lose that raw self along the way, some bury it deep to cope. Yet if we are lucky — or brave — we find our way back. Back to the floor we once loved, back to the lace and paper flowers of our spirit. Back to the gypsy within.
We should all aspire one day to become gypsies — not in the surface sense of wandering, but by reconnecting with the wild, free essence that knew love, freedom, and fearlessness before the world told us otherwise. Life is a cycle: what starts in innocence can return with wisdom.
I hope more of us are willing to take that journey inward. To meet ourselves honestly. To heal what we find. Because collectively, change doesn’t happen from the outside in — it’s an inside job. And if you have children, the stakes are even higher. The healing you do today becomes the soil future generations grow from.
We may not live to see the world we dream of.
But if we plant the seeds now, with authenticity and love, we will have done our part.
Meet yourself.
Reconnect with your gypsy.
The world depends on it.
So I’m back to the velvet underground
Back to the floor that I love
To a room with some lace and paper flowers
Back to the gypsy that I was
To the gypsy that I was
And it all comes down to you
Well, you know that it does and
Lightning strikes maybe once, maybe twice
Oh and it lights up the night
And you see your gypsy
You see your gypsy
To the gypsy
That remains
Her face says freedom
With a little fear
I have no fear
Have only love
And if I was a child
And the child was enough
Enough for me to love
Enough to love
She is dancing away from you now
She was just a wish
She was just a wish
And her memory is all that is left for you now
You see your gypsy, oh
You see your gypsy
Ooh ooh, ohh, ohh-oh
Lightning strikes
Maybe once, maybe twice
And it all comes down to you
Ooh oh, and it all comes down to you
Lightning strikes
Maybe once, maybe twice
And (oh) it all comes down to you
I still see your (your) bright eyes, bright eyes
(And it all comes down to you)
Source: LyricFind
Songwriters: Stevie Nicks
Gypsy lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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