My dream is to travel the world.
I want to wake up in another country on the other side of the world and go out to breakfast. Then I want to sit by the water and watch foreigners walk past me. I want to think about my home. Then I'll catch the scent of foreign food cooking nearby. I'll see grandparents walking their grandchildren around and bikers whizzing by on their way back to work. I'll sit here feeling content and then I'll probably pull out a book to write in. I'll write about all the things I just said.
I'll write about the nice wind coming off the water and the funny way that people dress here. I'll write about the streets and the sounds and the history of whichever city I'm in.
And then whoever I'm traveling with will sit down next to me and I'll pull my pen off the page like the needle on a record player.
Then I guess we'll sit there and talk about what we've done, and how we can't believe we're here, and where we want to go and do after this.
What a nice picture. When I think of all the nice windows depicting a traveling life, this particular scenario gets me the most excited.
I mean, there's other things too. I want to surf in Hawaii and travel to Skellig Michael in Ireland. I want to see the Great Wall of China and ride a camel near the pyramids. Most of all I want to scuba dive in the Great Barrier Reef. Yeah, that's like the ultimate travel goal right there (behind eating In-N-Out again).
I write this because I have such a clear image of how I want my life to go. The next three or four years are written off to a life on the road. If I stay in America, and get a job in some corporate jail cell, I will consider my twenties a failure. I write about that sort of thing all the time. It's just not in the cards.
A friend of mine just visited Antarctica and she was supposed to come back to New York City already.
She didn't.
She decided to stay on the road for another week. I hope she never comes back. And it's nothing against New York City--it could've been any city--it's just that I hope she continues to do what she wants to do.
We all have different dreams.
Others might write about how they dream to get a job in San Francisco. They might talk about crossing the Bay Bridge for work every day, and spending weekends at Fisherman's Wharf, and walking their dog over near Lands End with the Golden Gate Bridge in the background. Doesn't that sound like a beautiful life?
That's because I dream of this scenario also--it's just not one I'm pursuing at the moment.
What's your dream? What's your perfect life? Think of the perfect day, and all the people you'd like to see, and all the places you'd like to go.
Our dreams will likely change, though.
I guess our whole lives we're just picking up different dreams. Based on the people we meet and the way our own journey winds along, we're bound to change our mind a few times.
Sometimes a place or person just takes hold of us like the claw from Toy Story.
I think it's important to outline our dream though. Think about every detail.
I'm a firm believer in the law of attraction. I believe it because we always end up where we're aiming in the end--for the most part. It just depends on how much persistence someone has, I guess.
My dream is to travel the world.
Get lost in a culture. Eat something I don't want to. Take selfies with the locals. Kayak in a lagoon. Climb a rock wall. See a polar bear. View the northern lights. Just, overall, have a badass life. Yeah, that's what I want.
What about you?
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