Ahh.... so many things I have started to put here, only to realize that it is silly or too long or I get called away and lose my train of thought, or, or, or all of the above. Even now I wonder why I am writing. BUT this can be answered easily. I love to write, I realise this more and more. But I also realise that writing from the vast unlimited expanse of imaggiation can only take you so far. Contradict meself there? No... But, what I am trying to say is...I need inspiration. As you who read this blog probably already know, I love to travel. I have done some very looong distance traveling in the past. Been to some great places, made some friends that can be better described as my very dear long lost siblings, and in all, I have made some amazing memories. Alot of what I write I have been basing on some pplz personalities, sometimes on the places I have been. What I am trying to say though is... I feel like I need more. Selfish, aye? But it's true. I'm tired of always being at home 24/7 with the occassional trip. I feel in myself an insatiable desire to travel to distant places and meet new and interesting cultures. What I am saying is... I want to get out. As I sit at my desk writing this, my hands shake, my head throbs I feel so defferent than I did five or even one year ago. I am only 19 now, but I can already tell that I am feeling older. What I fear more than anything (other than losing friends) is that I will find myself looking back in 40 years wishing that I had just been a little more motivated to do what I wanted to do. To travel. To explore distant lands with foreign people.
I need to leave...
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