As a kid I get exited whenever I get the news from my parent that we are going on a vacation or any trip that will lead to exploring the galaxy and the restless race of traveler’s heart before the journey begins, when anxiety and anticipation are tangled together; the nervous feeling before undertaking a journey always hit me like never before. Growing up, I still feel hunted and engage with the same nightmare and restless race of how my journey will end up.
The joy of being able to say “to hell with it” pave way to an intense and irresistible desire for freedom listening to directions and then walking off and promptly learning how to heal as I advance in age.
I realize the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.
I guess this is just me having another nightmare that will always hunt me as long as I have breathe in my lungs... Don't be scared to dream because that's the time you feel human...

I hope I didn't waste your time???
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