Things that I wished I already did in the past instead of waste my time with wrong people.
Outside the window, the sky appears cloudy and grey, but when I turn the pages of the book, I can leave this location and go somewhere else without using a vehicle. I was just able to slink under the cozy blanket and take in the traveler's lovely sight story.
I do hope to travel the world someday. a person, like Lara Croft or Indiana Jones, who makes an unexpected discovery. I really want to go kayaking on the river and be surrounded by nature. I also want to visit an abandoned tomb or some ruins, sit down, and then draw those structures. Inside the oldest library or a person's home, whose owner doesn't mind if I remove it, I might find the ancient script from the past. I might be able to merely scan it or take a picture if the owner never allowed me to take it or even buy it. The script will then be printed and read at home by me after that.
Aside from that, I do wish I could breathe while lying on the grass and enjoying the wind's breeze while being surrounded by the wild flowers that will soon be used to adorn my grave. Additionally, I wished to experience lovely moments with wonderful people in wonderful settings while listening to a fine symphony through my headphones. What a beautiful day!
However, if the Lord gave me the strength to engage in such extreme activities, I would have loved to have been able to fly from the summit of the mountain, participate in a flying fox, go horseback riding while lost in the woods, hunt deer with a bow and arrow, make my own weapon, carry a large satchel on my back, and pack all of my art supplies and a journal. Even if it wasn't an artistic style like my own, the polaroid would be my closest friend if it was too heavy to bring many resources.
But above all, I want the courage to handle everything on my own. Even though I always fail and make mistakes, I do attempt to be autonomous because living is a journey.
They say that life is short. And they were indeed correct. Not here is bliss. Earth is this. Earth is the place where people like us discover information, pursue their lives' goals, and take a seat to briefly pray to God. Like before, I have to live by remembering my God. Without, I doubt I could move about or survive. And perhaps God had a purpose in bringing me here.
God wanted me to learn something, therefore I rationalize that there are many things out there for me to learn. God also wanted me to experience emotion. There is a message concealed within the poem, the truth behind the historical account, and a remake moment from the storyteller who wants me to experience the same emotions as they did and to have a heart-to-heart dialogue with someone who is searching for the same thing I am. Even yet, I gradually became someone who desired exploration.
I wander alone since I'm a loner. A historian who visits various monuments. an artist who moves about from place to place. a generous poet who enjoys hearing from others. An introverted writer who draws inspiration for their stories from their observations of the world around them. an individual who seeks education, joy, inspiration, and goodwill.
Unfortunately, I might hurt myself if I try to accomplish this alone. Eventually, many people had previously warned me about how risky being by myself was. How risky it is to be alone anywhere—in the movies, in the lobby, among people, on a pitch-black road at night, etc. The most depressing truth was that no one else enjoyed what I did. Instead, they advise me to follow their preferences so I can join their group. That, however, is the falsehood. Lying to myself that I’m okay doing what people like. They happy if I was helping them but no one knows how to make me happy as always beside making a cliché jokes or silly things around. The things are I never happy around the people because I lie to myself again.
During the time that all of my wishes came true, I was roaming. Perhaps if I took a step by going somewhere by myself, they would be satisfied with what I had done. When will I accomplish it, though? I have how many budgets? What are the possibilities for this life?
No response.
And everyone will keep critiquing my concepts and aspirations.
Maybe on another day, when I had sufficient financial, intellectual, and physical fortitude to move on my own far from this prison. For that reason, I hold onto this item for so long that I lose track of who I really am. I read here while hiding under the blanket. painting while seated at a table or on the floor. laying on the bed, thinking while listening. Next, I write. As I sleep, I record what I witnessed in my dream. I had a dream that I was around the world and flying foxing to abandoned buildings. Without knowing that, I'm not sure where I am.
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