A chaotic, whirlwind kind of life

Since I’ve been younger, I’ve wanted the whirlwind kind of life. Always on the run, constantly doing something different and forever independent of the ordinary.

I still want that.

I want my life to be absolutely hectic.

Messy.

Scary.

Adventurous.

I want to be someone who has sampled innumerous cuisines and set foot in unpronounceable cities.

I long for a constant state of transience and growth.

I want to grow alone, grow side by side with someone.

I want to be so entirely busy in loving my existence that I have no time for qualms, for worry or for regret.

I want to be so enraptured with my surroundings that I lose track of the days.

I long to be a free spirit, in body and mind both.

I guess it’s a little far fetched to dream of things like this while living in a world that spends most its time online. Something that I’m guilty of too.

But in my heart, I know I was meant for more than staring at my phone screen, incessantly scrolling and double-tapping.

I was made for an absolutely chaotic freedom that engulfs my soul.

1 thought on “A chaotic, whirlwind kind of life”

  1. I feel like this so often. Something that gives me hope is the yearning that I feel every morning to do more, experience more, love more, see more. I don’t want to give up on that feeling, and I can only hope that reality gives me the same rush that feeling does. Thank you for making me think.

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