I love living my life — surrounded by supportive family and lovely friends, having easy access to books and news, owning enough wealth, being healthy, and surviving less drama. So when I say I really crave an escape, it doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate my life. Because when I tell the wall of my house or spontaneously write a post telling strangers I want to go to new places where no one knows me personally, I just crave exploration. I crave an independent life. But not forever, just for a while — maybe just a few minutes.
I’d love sucking different air from every country I’ll dwell in, visiting a city corner bookstore, asking for a direction from a random stranger I see on the street, or simply getting a new stamp on my passport. Someday. I may ultimately be.
Hopefully, I’ll live long enough. Hopefully, I am not that selfish to want this.
I’ve been living peacefully with my family for my entire life. I’ve got such comfort for my whole life. And during those stepped lifetimes, synchronously, I’ve been waiting for a time when I can finally step out of my stable life. It’s funny, though. I may haven’t become an adult who wants a regular life instead of a risky one.
But let me try it. Let me feel it. Let me challenge myself before I can’t do anything. Let me travel the world. Let me escape. Let me perceive such disconnectivity. Let me have a life alone. Let me fall in love again. Let me live to the fullest. I promise it won’t be that long. I promise I’ll be back. I promise I’ll marry someone.
Maybe someday. Maybe someday. Someday I’ll explore the world.
Hopefully, I’ll live long enough. Hopefully, I am not that selfish to want this.
But for now, let me finish all the matters I am responsible for. Let me complete what I’ve started. Dear readers, please do not stop dreaming.
