In a world of so many parallels, what are you willing to give to make two opposite lines meet?
I have a dire appetite for wanderlust. Be it home or abroad. I've come to terms that probably, I was something of a thing that constantly moves in my past life. I have high affinity to frivolous adventures, ruined places that stand in magnificence despite the plethora of what time can actually do, and the roads less or [unlikely] traveled. It's a thing that reconciles me to the world, me to my disparaging thoughts, and me to the kind of person willing to ferment so the world can bring out the best in me: Alone or Not.
When I sit in the corner quaffing a cup of coffee, I must admit that part of my brain dies as it lives somewhere else; where reality has a thin line with a dream. I always wish that the people I love would experience the same jolt, the same bouyancy when I close my eyes and see myself in those somewhere. But only, if they have the same undeterred hunger for travel.
Having said so, I believe my sister has the same thirst to see the world.
I cancelled the budding thought of my second travel alone the moment she said she would want to cancel her Cambodian trip for a valid reason I cannot accept. I want her to experience the steeps and slippery paths. To appreciate heights even when the roads are flat. To trust her guts in a world of choices.
At any costs it will entail me.
I close my eyes for the love of a personal journey that did not come to pass, YET.
But overjoyed with my sister' smile as she was able to see what I've seen.
"Love entails sacrifice.
But it's worth it."
