Recently, I had a discussion with a few friends about where we see ourselves in ten years time. The consensus seemed to be that a decade from now is the optimum time to start settling down and become okay with knowing your life has to take a back seat so you can have children. However, these thoughts made me feel a bit nauseous. When I think about the future, I can imagine myself walking idly along a dusty road, adjacent to the desert, with a dirty diner to one side of me, and the sun setting at the other. I can almost smell the warm, fresh air. I’m all alone, thousands of miles from home, and the last thing I talked to was a cactus. However, most people I know dream of a house, a husband, and helping their children finish their homework on a Sunday night, as opposed to flying to Japan with only a phone and a pencil sharpener. I wonder what it is that makes everyone want basically the same things in life. I’m by no means saying that my way of thinking is right, it could be that I’m more naive, more adventurous, or just plain stupid.
I just think it’s funny how a lot of people seem to wants simple things in life that are perfectly in reach. There’s no chase, there’s no fear, no risk. The one thing I want to be able to do, when I’m old and wrinkly, is have a million life stories that involve hundreds of countries and interesting people, preferably with a bit of journalism thrown in somewhere. Although, in a way, I guess that’s simpler dream, I can always make the stories up if I have to...
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