I believe that composing and re-arranging the twenty six letters of the alphabet would not be enough to describe anything in this world. Especially for us humans, we’re an ever changing entity: physically, mentally and emotionally. Although most of the times, we try to fit ourselves based on the words that exist in the dictionary. We try to hang on to an identity. We try to tag a label to ourselves and to other people. Anyway, I decided to join this word game just for kicks.
If there would be a word that could best describe me (as of this moment), it would be “dreamer”.
I like dreaming about a lot of stuff. It’s like creating your own world where everything is possible and attainable. It’s where world peace exists (sorry, I’m a fanatic). It’s where the borderless world welcomes everyone.
My college professor said it will eventually wear off as I grow older. But I still don’t feel it up to now. A couple of years from now I’ll be thirty but it still feels like I’m a twelve-year old kid who dreams of having a grand adventure that you will only see on TV.
My personal dream is to see the world. I dream of seeing places that captivates the hearts of those who have an adventurers’ spirit. A few months back, I felt that I was tired of dreaming. I wanted it to be real and I knew I could give up everything for it. And so I did.
I packed my stuff, put everything in one backpack and flew. I left a promising career, a comfortable life and I left my old worn out self.
I didn’t have a fix destination, although logistically I could only stay in Asia because that’s how far my money could go.
So I traversed the usual Southeast Asian circuit, almost fell off the cliff in the mountains of Shangri-la, chilled out in Pokhara and watched dead people getting burnt in Varanasi. I was planning to stay longer in the mystical country of India en route to Nairobi when I was prompted to go home (for a reason I can’t share here).
It was a scary, fun, troublesome, and all the other adjectives that I could think of. But most of all, I felt really alive. As much as I want to explain it in words, I can’t. I don’t think it would be possible for me to explain such a blissful experience. It’s surreal, almost divine despite of the hardships and a few life threatening accidents.
Our dream is the starting point of our reality. It’s where our soulful creativity flows in its’ purest form. All we have to do is to channel it to action and it would be possible.
I dream of getting back on the road, for it is where I know I belong.
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