Traveling is wonderful. You go away for 2 weeks, 2 months, however long you choose. You explore. Meet new people. Learn about differences between your city and the one you’re in. You put yourself out there to create the feeling of a temporary home. Then the place becomes a home. But the next thing you know you’re on the plane heading home.
Back to your “old” life. How did time go by so fast? It’s like time at home was on pause since you left, because it doesn’t feel like you have. You come back a different person with a different mind, yet everything around you is still the same. You no longer feel that freedom and inspiration to explore. You’re already in a place you know too well. You want to go back and do it over to make sure you appreciated every little detail and didn’t miss one opportunity. It’s addictive. You want to leave again. You want to experience the feeling of being new to something, someplace. There’s no place like home, yes, that’s true, but you can create a home anywhere you go. The hardest part is leaving a place you fall in love with so quickly and became a part of. A place that became a part of you.
Eventually we all head home, to our “old” lives once again. Some of us take these experiences and use them to create new lives, but some simply like the short getaway. Either way, both types of people, no matter how hard it is for them to leave a new place, us travelers know that traveling is the most enriching and self-fulfilling experience for anyone. It teaches you things about life that no story or book could help you understand.
The past is strange
We do stupid things that we can’t take back,
But when we analyze ourselves from those past moments,
We realize we’re different people now
It’s as if that person wasn’t even us
We wish we could go back
Sometimes it’s good we can’t
Otherwise who knows what type of people we would be today if we could change our past
No matter how bad, the mistakes we made are the things that created who we are today
The past is strange…
my mind is running wild
i can’t keep it tamed
it jumps around and causes pain.
from thought to thought, there is no break
another day of self conflict.
I want it to stop, it needs to now
it’s breaking me up, I need to shout them out.
my mind takes over, my body follows,
it’s a game between my mind and heart that’s so shallow.
I’m trying to run from myself,
but i end up falling into hell,
and find my head burning and spinning,
I yell and cry for help.
the one who has caused this
will always be me
so I have to take my own hand
and guide myself to set my mind free.
this fight against myself will end,
I will win against my mind
I will stand taller and stronger to leave it behind
Every day I make up scenarios in my head that make me happy. The only bad thing about doing this is getting delusional, because when I’m back in reality it gets me upset. I’ll dream about living in Manhattan or London and waking up in a beautiful apartment, have a nice breakfast, go to work, come home to hangout with friends. That’s my dream. I also think about what exactly I’ll be doing, career wise. I know it’ll be something with nutrition. I just hope everything turns out okay. I don’t want it to just be I’m my head, I want it to come true sometime in the future. If it doesn’t, i will be so hard on myself for letting me just think about things and not taking action.