I’m a Wanderer With a Dream. This Is What I’m Doing with the Time I Have
Sitting in the room alone, I can feel gaze locked on the back of my head before I see anything. Somebody stares at me, eyes full of curiosity and confusion.That’s my soul.
Nobody has guaranteed me that I have a hundred years to live. I am looking forward to being 30, flirty, and thriving. Guess I have to step it up on the flirting. I have no time to lose.
It’s funny, isn’t it? When we think we have all the time in the world to live, we forget to indulge in the experiences of living. When that choice is yanked away from us, that’s when we scramble to feel.
In my brain, I keep a list of names scrawled on it. They’re people I need to make amends to before I go. I have to learn how to ask for forgiveness without expecting to receive it. It’s probably the most frightening thing I have ever had to do.
Some think I’m brave, but really, I’m not. I’m scared. I suspect I won’t last very long. There’s a faint feeling deep inside my gut like a rumble of passing air, ever expanding and filling slowly until, one day, I’ll pop.
Until then, every day is an opportunity for me to experience something new. I used to dream of owning my own company. Now I have an ever growing list of the ones I need to visit. From decadent uni and pizza in naples, Italy to spice-laden Szechuan hot pot in Flushing, I’m sketching a plan to eat my way through world and the boroughs while I can.
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