Hopeful Hopelessness

You find yourself sitting, staring at the ceiling and dreaming of all of the places you could be at this moment in time.

All of the countries, the cities you could be exploring, the things you could be doing in them that are infinitely better than what you are doing right now.

You find yourself hopeful that someday soon you will come to find yourself in one of these places but at the same time you feel overcome with the hopelessness that comes from being stuck.

Hopeful for more but hopeless in getting it. Dreaming of being out there in the world but reality sinking in. Over and over again.

You want nothing more than to get lost in a city you’ve never been in before. To see a country that takes your breath away. To lose your compass and just go wherever your heart and your passport takes you.

You want to be a wanderer, a traveler, a dreamer and an adventurer. No destination – only more routes to take.

Leaving reality behind, letting go of everyone else’s expectations of who you are and what you should be doing and jumping out into the world. Venturing far enough until you discover the pieces of yourself that you have been missing.

“Pack your bags up, we’re on the run. We’ll make our own luck, we are not done. Putting in distance between ghosts we used to know. Losing our compass, there’s no where we need to go.

If you keep waiting for the meaning, it eludes us every time. If you’re tied down to your demons, you’ll never find a sign.

I’m not running from all my fears and all my worries, I just wanna feel what it means to be alive. 

What will I become as the winding road gets blurry? They try to conceal what I fight to reveal.” – Kalimur

Until next time.

xoxo

Emily.