Our lives were never meant to be spent in one place. We are meant to fly like the wind and pour like the rain. Life is dynamic in essence, why force it to be static?

Get on a plane and never return. This sentence keeps coming back to me, and I start wondering what the consequences will be. Let’s face it; all of us have that moment when we feel like leaving home in the dead of night, with nothing but the clothes on our back and a place ticket in hand. For most people, travel is an escape from the monotone of life. For me, it is what I live for. It is my passion, my dream and what drives me. If I could, I would travel to all the corners of the world and make memories, because those times when you’re standing atop the Eiffel Tower or enjoying delicious Mexican tacos are the ones which will stay with you forever. Flying around the world, clicking pictures, making new friends and learning about different cultures. It may sound clichéd, but to me, memories last a lifetime. All the thousands of people you meet, knowingly or not, leave an impact on your life.

Oh, those sweet adventures. Happy or sorrowful, all worth reminiscing about. Experiences, whether bitter or joyous give meaning to your life. They’re stories to tell at dinner parties and to your grandchildren. And everyone loves a good story, don’t they? Like the time you jumped into the ocean for a skinny dip or went road tripping with your best friends, the wild nights with music blaring through the car speakers. The time you slipped in front of the hot, British stranger (and that amazing feeling when he helped you get up). Romances, old and new, with people and with cities are always worth recalling and hearing about.

Because when we’re old and senile, sitting on the rocking chair on the front porch, these are the thoughts that will keep us warm within. When we’re getting sloshed in a bar, somewhere in the world, these are the memories that will bring a smile to our face and we will relive all that we hold dear to ourselves.

At the end of the day, what matters is the way you resonate within your loved ones, more than your six figure bank balance. After you’re long gone, your money won’t remember you. Your closest people will.

I agree, passion isn’t always enough to carry your dreams out. I mean, we’re students and our bank accounts can barely fund a trip to our backyards. But one day, I hope that in a country far, far away, I can make a few memories of my own and that when I look at my tattooed passport, my memories make me smile. Dream, always.

Sayonara.

~Anchita & Presha

Published by Clustered Chaos