"Oh the places I'll go".I look across to my enormous bookshelf that occupies one quarter of my bedroom that semblances a snowy top of Mount Robson,British Columbia.The weight of travel looms over me like never before and suddenly I realise I live in comfort.My life is not perfect and it never has been but throughout its imperfections I've constantly learnt to be content in what I do have. Life is not perfect even now,a degree,four years of golden job experience in the field I studied for,a house of three dependents. It still haunts me. I can't wait to feel the seat of a plane yet again. To be able to travel independently hundreds or thousands or miles away from here. To endure boring or unclear safety instructions and question why universities create a system of coercion whereby you are made to overthink things. I wonder if I'll become addicted to travel. I wonder if I'll always feel displaced. I wonder if my experiences will cause me to never leave again. I wonder if I'll return only wandering to find some sense of belongingness. If my belongingness beckons a call elsewhere."Oh the places I'll go".
Not sure if any of you out there remember activities like these,but do you think you are in the same place you thought you'd be ten (10) years ago? Or five (5) years ago?
In grace,
xoxo
Kesara
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Oh, this is so relatable... I cant wait to travel as well. I'm hoping soon and for the best :3
ReplyDeleteYay! I can't wait for you to travel aswell!�� Glad to hear it was relatable��
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