I want to run to the end of the earth.
And to go around again once more.
Why does one live? I often question myself.
Subjective question, with more than one way to deliver those answers.
I want to live my life on the edge, the brink of fantasy and reality. To live the life few humans live and to go through things most people would deem impossible to achieve.
Yet I am only human, and there is so much one can achieve. It’s true when they say only sky is the limit, because human do have more potential and ability than we believe ourselves to have. And to stretch that ability only goes to prove our mere existence is no longer insignificant, no longer trivial.
I don’t come from a wealthy background, yet I believe there are certain aspects of life the wealthy will never understand nor experience. The same as I will never experience one of wealthy’s. Fair’s fair.
Freedom, to me is to wake up every single day, knowing I am in a new place, a new city, a new country; to sleep every single night, not knowing where I will be tomorrow, the next day, or the week after.
To sleep on the street, the airport, the train station, a park, on a boat; to stay awake going through lonely street, wandering through a lost city, meeting locals and falling in love with a stranger.
To meet great people, be friendly, go party, have a blast of a time of which memory would last me a life time, and part the next minute knowing I will never see them again.
To learn a new language, cook a new dish, dance a new step, play an odd instrument, study a ruin, listen to stories, acknowledge a history, visit a landmark, climb a mountain, rent a bicycle, smile to passersby, stroke a stray kitty, pat a dog, pick a flower and wave down a car.
To whip out a map, close my eyes, pin down a place, and to be on the train the next hour heading to that city/village pin-pointed. The joy knowing the world is yours to explore, and the excitement not knowing what’s to be installed for you the next day. The happiness people bring to you every single day, the wonder of new things you learn every single day, hour, minute.
With freedom comes sacrifices.
Youth? Wealth? Time? Commitment? Responsibility?
How much are you willing to let go? How much are you willing to give in?
How much, do you crave freedom?