I’d love to have pretty flower petals rain down on my town…. <3
Just imagine, you assume that it is a perfectly ordinary day and you’re on your way to school, uni, work… and all of a sudden one flower petal, then two, three, four, five… you look up to the sky and millions of pretty flower petals are raining down on you, changing your whole day routine, turning everything into a beautiful surreal mess
This summer was supposed to be THE summer. I’ve booked my flight to Taiwan months ago and had so many plans for this one month trip.
A week before my flight, I suddenly had to go to the hospital because of pneumothorax and at the beginning I was still hoping to catch my flight, until I finally realized that I was going to stay for a little longer.
The realisation came with shock and bitterness and I cried a lot too. Some may call me a crybaby, but I was looking forward to this trip for such a long time.
Now after coming out of the hospital, I’m in a state of depression; unable to do something to re-live my lost summer, as I’m still in the recovery phase.
My general enthusiasm- level is by zero, maybe a little under zero as I couldn’t refill my “batteries” through the trip. What is left for me is studying for the exam I missed thanks to this unfortunate incident.
I’m not sure whether I’m a little overreacting,
but maybe those who love travelling as much as I do, who defines themselves through travels, who are in need to run away for a while from this daily routine and need to see different people, different streets, maybe.. maybe those people can relate.
We’ll all run away again.
We wander for distraction, but we travel for fulfillment.
—Hilaire Belloc (via roadlessco)