We always
think we have enough time. Enough time to follow our dreams. We are just 20; we
have the whole life to follow our dreams.
Then 20
turns to 21… 21 to 25… and you’re left wishing… if only I had done that.
I am turning
21 in a couple of weeks. I have a bucket list. And I keep telling myself I am a
step closer to it. Every day I convince myself I am closer to it. But the truth
is I am not. Every day that I am not living my dream, am a day further from
being happy. Maybe I am being cynical. Maybe I am being overtly expectant of
myself.
But the
truth is there are 20 year olds out there jumping off cliffs, deep sea diving, watching
a sunset, watching a sunrise, walking the beach, trekking up a mountain every
damn day of their life. And they are doing it, some because they were born into
a family of means. And then there are some, who are doing it all, because they
chose to. Because they spent an entire year working their ass off, and then
take that perfect 15 day break, with money they earn and enjoy the trip and
literally live every moment, before they go back to the monotony of work whilst
looking forward to the next holiday.
I don’t want
the five star hotels or the big Jacuzzis. Sure they are fun once in a while.
But they aren’t as good as crashing at a stranger’s house and meeting new
people, or sleeping in the barn or under the stars. Shit I am talking like I
have lived it all. I haven’t. I want to.
But I wish I
had the guts or the ability to save enough to pack up a bag and leave. And run.
I have a wish-list
of 25 places I want to visit. Apart from the things I want to do. So even if I
start of visiting each place a year, I will be 45 by the time I am nearing
completion of the wish-list. That’s old. And that’s if I start now.
Honestly, a
part of me just wants to run. And be alone with the world and nature and
everything else that there is to offer. I wish I had the guts to that. I wish I
had the guts to do it alone, because I know I want to. There’s independence and
certain fearlessness in doing things by yourself. Travelling by yourself. It’s
so liberating, and strengthening. And requires courage. Nothing can break you if you can travel alone
and I firmly believe that.
As I turn
21, I wish for enough courage to take a trip by myself once in a while. And not
have to depend on anyone. I am gonna wish to meet new people on my travels.
Fall in love with people, places and do it all alone.
This 21st
birthday, I am gonna wish for courage to be alone.
Love,
Madd Hatter.
>:P
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ReplyDeleteWho can give you that courage but yourself? It won't be in the menu of ur 21st birthday feast at home. Start acting on your dreams. Make a plan. Or just hop out without one and test how worse can it get. It doesn't get more worse than u can handle, trust yourself. :)
I love what US is doing to you. :D. Thanks for advice. I shall take it most certainly unlike so many other advice's. :P
DeleteTake the plunge, and survive to write about it.
ReplyDeleteWish you the very best :).
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