Musings of a Star

POSTSCRIPT TO EUROPE

where my feet have taken me, what my eyes have seen, what my passion has brought, what my mind has lead me to believe have formed me to who i am today. in the next years i would look back on this europe trip still smiling about what ive experienced and forever grateful to the higher being who has made it happen.

on my first hour in paris, ive had a frenchman push me off the train and the next one help bring my 20-kilo baggage up a long flight of stairs. in barcelona, have a catalan lead us to the right way without much hesistance to help wandering strangers. in rome, see the immediate danger off the streets and yet safely getting on our destination. these were the beginnings of our journey, each part of a search that never really ends.

in two weeks i have come to know, that as in failure, you learn so much more in getting lost than forever knowing your way. that unknowingly, culture unites a world as much as it does to its own nation. that the impact of curiosities and impulses are so much more than we’ll imagine. that there is a bigger world out there waiting for us to experience, more people waiting for us to commune with and more curiosities waiting to be explored.

the shared meals, the long walks, the unwavering sun all makes the journey worth the while. do not ever turn your back on your dreams, be patient with others and take your time to revel in the beauty of even the simplest things. the world will surprise you in many ways, and i am as much thankful and grateful for having the courage to fight the challenges and let my ambitions transpire.

as in all my travels, ive always felt an informidable longing to stay, moreso having that persistent urge in europe. but as ernesto guevara has said “a journey is a virtual space that finishes when it finishes” and though my time spent there has come to an end, it is not a permanent goodbye but only a constant dream that will cease when it ceases.

merci, spasiba, gracias, and obrigado for the people ive met and the cities i have come to love. the only thing left to say is, where to next?

the anticipation

ive always believed we are a product of what we experience and that we continue to change because of them. 5 years ago, i wouldve just resorted to just staring at some beat up book or magazine just to imaginatively put myself some place else. i would, as silly as it is, teleport myself in my mind, biking in paris, frolicking in the sands of maldives, traipsing the streets of spain. fast forward 5 days from now im actually gonna breath in these dream destinations of mine and get on living the great life.

anticipating the best moments of your life is just as great as experiencing them. i am overwhelmed with excitement. moreso because i realize that things i never thought will happen in my earlier years will actually transpire. it just teaches me not to give up on my dreams nomatter how unreachable they may be. a little concoction of time, hard work, willpower and hope are powerful tools in life. what was once impossible before, will happen if you make it happen, whatever it is, whenever it will be.

my backpack will be full when i get back. my shoes will be run down. my body exhausted. my pockets empty. but it will forever change me. two weeks of living my dream, not gonna get any better than that.