Musing
Sometimes, I need to leave. Sometimes, I need to live. Sometimes, I need to stop placidly living my life and start experiencing my life.
I'd rather travel and celebrate Carnival in Rio under the setting sun. Perhaps I'll run away to Australia, strip my clothes, and swim in the Great Barrier Reef. I want to climb the mountains of Tibet and India, and see the countless strings of prayers flags strung up and tattered in the Himalayan winds. Maybe I'll backpack across the countryside of Italy and crawl through Rome to the Vatican. I'd like to spend late nights swapping stories in a pub in London. I want to taste the exotic seafood of the Mediterranean. Someday I'll enjoy coffee and a baguette in a cafe in Paris after scaling the Eiffel Tower. I want to be in the Pride Parades of New York, San Francisco, Toronto, And Manchester. I want to gawk at the ancient and sprawling cathedrals of Europe.
Perhaps I could do it all in a hundred years, or a thousand. Not in the time I have can it be done. It isn't what I need to do. It is what I want to do. Can it hurt to dream?
Sometimes, I need to leave. Sometimes, I need to live. Sometimes, I need to stop placidly living my life and start experiencing my life.
I'd rather travel and celebrate Carnival in Rio under the setting sun. Perhaps I'll run away to Australia, strip my clothes, and swim in the Great Barrier Reef. I want to climb the mountains of Tibet and India, and see the countless strings of prayers flags strung up and tattered in the Himalayan winds. Maybe I'll backpack across the countryside of Italy and crawl through Rome to the Vatican. I'd like to spend late nights swapping stories in a pub in London. I want to taste the exotic seafood of the Mediterranean. Someday I'll enjoy coffee and a baguette in a cafe in Paris after scaling the Eiffel Tower. I want to be in the Pride Parades of New York, San Francisco, Toronto, And Manchester. I want to gawk at the ancient and sprawling cathedrals of Europe. 
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