All that I want my life to be
Posted: Mon Jun 14, 2010 5:26 pm
wake up, go to work, menial labor, go home, sit in depressed state, go to bed, wake up, go to work, etc etc.
Then at some point we stop. Full stop. We just decide that enough is enough. Do I work my butt off to keep up the keeping up or do we escape and run as far away from the every day to the back breaking labor to keep the dream of adventure alive. We must escape. It's in our marrow to live an adventure.
I recall being on a plane to England, I couldn't sleep. Who could when they didn't know what awaited them at the other end of the wormhole? I sat, I watched 7 hours and 30 minutes of movies and waited. We landed on a sunny morning, circling the outskirts of London. In a haze I wandered through Gatwick, barely found my luggage. I was exhausted and yet I was more alive that I'd ever been. I didn't know at the time but I felt the same way the second time I went. I ran off adrenaline. Pure human high. That's how it always is when I'm somewhere I realize I shouldn't be because it's too damn good.
It's the high I get on the sea, on the road, in the air. The feeling of freedom. Because I know that wherever I go I'll be somewhere far from "home". Far from what I know. Far from anything I should expect...because adventure throws all expectations out the window.
I ache for the adventure..the journey. The road less traveled would always smell sweeter. Despite what they tell me I search for it and crave it. I get grumpy without it.
I married a man I'm absolutely crazy about that has the same gene for adventure, regardless of the means of transportation. God, I love him. When we first met he told me his dreams and I realized we were meant to be together. He wanted all I wanted. To run free, to escape. To live, to love. To experience all to life had to offer and all we could take from it. At first I fell in love with his eyes, but later I fell in love with the dream we both shared.
Twain said:
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -- Mark Twain
Amen.
Then at some point we stop. Full stop. We just decide that enough is enough. Do I work my butt off to keep up the keeping up or do we escape and run as far away from the every day to the back breaking labor to keep the dream of adventure alive. We must escape. It's in our marrow to live an adventure.
I recall being on a plane to England, I couldn't sleep. Who could when they didn't know what awaited them at the other end of the wormhole? I sat, I watched 7 hours and 30 minutes of movies and waited. We landed on a sunny morning, circling the outskirts of London. In a haze I wandered through Gatwick, barely found my luggage. I was exhausted and yet I was more alive that I'd ever been. I didn't know at the time but I felt the same way the second time I went. I ran off adrenaline. Pure human high. That's how it always is when I'm somewhere I realize I shouldn't be because it's too damn good.
It's the high I get on the sea, on the road, in the air. The feeling of freedom. Because I know that wherever I go I'll be somewhere far from "home". Far from what I know. Far from anything I should expect...because adventure throws all expectations out the window.
I ache for the adventure..the journey. The road less traveled would always smell sweeter. Despite what they tell me I search for it and crave it. I get grumpy without it.
I married a man I'm absolutely crazy about that has the same gene for adventure, regardless of the means of transportation. God, I love him. When we first met he told me his dreams and I realized we were meant to be together. He wanted all I wanted. To run free, to escape. To live, to love. To experience all to life had to offer and all we could take from it. At first I fell in love with his eyes, but later I fell in love with the dream we both shared.
Twain said:
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover." -- Mark Twain
Amen.
