Felixtherat
Wizardpunk
There are so many things I could say. “I have an itch at the back of my brain” “my feet dream of walking 1000 miles” “I dream of traveling.” But honestly the real answer? I have a longing in my soul for momentum. I wish to move and to see and to meet and to experience everything. The scope of my life is so small and I think it is time to expand it. I see a future of desks, computers, and meaningless emails. That scares me, that scares a part of my soul I didn’t know could be frightened.
You may say “you just don’t want to grow up” or “you aren’t ready for the responsibility of the real world.” Fuck you. To an extent, you are right, but fuck you and fuck that. There is something more to this life, it is something more than the sterile white walls of an office and water cooler talk. I will find it. That little light of hope barely shines through, I will not let go of it.
Yes I could lose my gear, yes I could get robbed, yes I could die. Ya know what else could happen? I could find the most beautiful things, I could meet the most amazing people, I could actually live for once in my life. I have been wanting to do this for the past year and a half. What have I accomplished in said year and a half? Nothing but a thousand cups of coffee and dying dreams. Maybe in another life I am happy and complicit, but most definitely not this one. You may ask “Where will you go?” And that answer is Anywhere but here.
You may say “you just don’t want to grow up” or “you aren’t ready for the responsibility of the real world.” Fuck you. To an extent, you are right, but fuck you and fuck that. There is something more to this life, it is something more than the sterile white walls of an office and water cooler talk. I will find it. That little light of hope barely shines through, I will not let go of it.
Yes I could lose my gear, yes I could get robbed, yes I could die. Ya know what else could happen? I could find the most beautiful things, I could meet the most amazing people, I could actually live for once in my life. I have been wanting to do this for the past year and a half. What have I accomplished in said year and a half? Nothing but a thousand cups of coffee and dying dreams. Maybe in another life I am happy and complicit, but most definitely not this one. You may ask “Where will you go?” And that answer is Anywhere but here.
