One day I will be doing exactly what I want to do—
I will go on a road trip and I will let the wind blow my hair and caress my face; I will close my eyes as my car slowly comes to a halt. I will get off and be on my feet—I will walk.
I will walk into the path of wild and unknown. I know that there is nothing more fearful and exciting than wandering in a place where no souls know who you are and discovering the sacred and untouched. That following my own fascinations and dropping all the restraints people’s expectations have imposed on me is such an unbridling flourish—I will be all by myself and my own adventures.
I will maintain a conscientious relationship with Nature: appreciation of its empyrean beauty and impenetrable wholesome; and my own admission of its cruelty for I have disappointed Her.
I will let my feet drag me to wherever it may take me. I will get lost, but not entirely lost. I may not know where I’m headed but every fiber of my being unceasingly reminds me of the very grain of my desire to explore.
In my own pursuits of happiness, I know I have to take the road of uncertainty but I will incessantly remind myself that roads have destinations. There’s this flame inside us that drives us toward our dreams and our desire to fulfill only sets it ablaze.
I want to be out there at the highest heist of my ripening; delicate but taut. I want to meet people and see places. I have fallen in love with the things I have only seen in concrete manipulations invented by humans in a long time and my discontentment drives me impatiently. Real happiness cannot be touched by our bare hands nor can be tasted by our wild mouths; it should be felt by the whole of our heart. That fleeting intensity will spark and even in the darkest core of our existence it will continue to illumine until we are all lit up.
I know I have to temporarily bid farewell to my small town, as I will conquer the enormous and foreign.
I will let the rush of my excitement pump my blood; I will let the wilderness chase me until I heave as if my lung is incapable of air. I will watch the sun rise on the east and bask in its beauty; I will listen to the rustle of leaves as dusk settles and lay out its familiar canvas of mesmerizing colors. I will watch as the moon and stars slowly appear in such boastfully vast night sky. I will wake up the next morning seeking new and different adventures: I’ll cross rivers, jump off cliffs, walk along winding roads, dance in the rain, explore unchartered soil—I will discover the rare and precious, and I will go as far as I can.
Adventures offer us pure freedom and a sole grip of where we’re headed. We all have a sense of adventure in us, and this pull of the universe should engulf our hearts like a wildfire. Do not be a social machine oiled to function by lucrative, luxuries and other vanities; and corroded by routines. Engulf yourself with the adrenaline of lows and highs, simply, make your life a walk of a thousand miles.