Goals

(c) The Perks Of Being A Wallflower (aka one of my GOAT)-inspired photo's owner 

Growing up, to travel has always been the only absolute, most certain thing I knew I wanted to do. To one day be able to travel all the places I only once read on books, saw on movies or in magazines, has kept me hopeful for years, filled me with such longing, given me so much positive energy. And for me to have said that is pretty something.

I mean.

I like to think of myself as content and blessed (more than I deserve to be). Especially because so much that I've now been blessed with isn't exactly what I set myself out to achieve. I've always been practical. Plus, I tend to set the bar very low. I'm saying that I'm not usually hopeful about any other things. I don't ask for much. I don't have much regards for the future. I rarely look past wondering if I should get up at the same time I set my alarm at for tomorrow. So you see, whatever happens to me comes as a surprise.

But never once did I lose sight of my dream to travel. Not ever. Never did I think I couldn't be anywhere else. I feel like if I am actually, already on a travel, it would be like a simple fact that I've always known would one day happen.

Sure, I want a house, a car, all the normal things normal people aim for. But if I could travel, anything else would be a bonus. The actual dream specifically is to be travelling so much I would not need to own a house.

At 24, I haven't really been anywhere. I've never even been on a plane. Ever. Or even a boat. Ever. That has to stop soonest.

I only have to do it once. Just one place to start. I'll shoot for the stars thereafter.

Wherever it is, I hope it's epic. Then, THEY ARE ALL going to be.