The mind traveller

Each day as I wake up and look up to the sky, my mind wanders into that unknown, fantasy land of my dreams, where I move in a caravan so colourful that it shines and the reflection is seen on the ground. My journey is always through my world of books, and constantly read with awe the endless journeys people make with groups and as solo travellers; backpacking and travelling solo has been at the bottom of my bucket list; forever reading endlessly about lands I know I would never visit, the beautiful forests, the deep blue sea, the Arabian deserts, the Prairies, the beautiful Paris….every time I read my mind wanders and I delve more into it, hoping and wishing I would dig deep into my bucket to reach out to the land of my dreams, solo!

know I can never do it, my imagination gives me a high that nothing can offer, with a mundane life filled with commitments and responsibilities, travel is just a pipe dream! Life is after all dreams turning into reality!

The endless sea and the waves call for my attention…I start again, only to hear the call of my pressure cooker and I know my dream journey has ended! My eyes open up to the real world and here I am, standing still!

The day has just begun. Wish I wake up to my dreams some day listening to the chirping of birds and the sound of rainfall rather than that of my clinking vessels!