Solitude is a shade of blue: calm, meditative, aesthetic yet lonely. It’s the ocean. A view so breathtaking yet it scares you. A mystery everyone is curious about. What’s it like on the ocean floor? What’s in the ocean floor? Solitude is a peaceful yet tricky place. So never swim too deep. Never stay too long.
My hopes are dreams are all packed in a suitcase. I stuffed them in that bag when I realized the beauty of traveling: It’s not all about being one with nature, not about being able to see with your own eyes what you saw in the pictures you found on facebook, not about setting foot on different places and thinking of it as a milestone, not about experiencing a whole new level of fun and adventure, not about having to taste the global and away with the local. But it’s about giving a space for the unknown. Nothing should top the excitement and horror laid in that abyss. You will never know if you will fly or float, jump or fall, climb or drop. Nobody knows what will happen. So bit by bit, I put my lot in that bag, untidy and damaged. Hoping that someday I’ll get to drag that old suitcase with me as I step onto that abyss. I don’t care where it would take me. As long as I have my suitcase with me, I know I’ll survive. Because along with dreams, there is hope.
Having dreams for somebody is not sufficient. Believe. Support. Because what matters more is what you do, not what you think.
You don’t find your soulmate;
you make someone your soulmate.
The fact that other people’s opinions influence my sober thoughts is proof that I have not lost myself. I am glad. But everything comes with a price –always. I listen, I doubt. I decide, I risk.
My head is loaded with words but I have nothing to say.
A day at the beach in summer would be incomplete without an ice cream stick!