The art of aiming high and falling flat

by clickr-bee

The pounding rain outside brings with it a peace that seems to have settled across this place. I love cold mornings, feels like the cold is able to freeze the pace the life is moving in. Though I'd rather time go faster and usher in a brand new year which I hope will bring a whole new realm of possibilities and opportunities. Not to mention, sissy would have graduated and be back home by June next year. I'm not ashamed to admit, I miss having my sister around. The wisest (in my opinion) yet most spontaneous of us three siblings; she's always found ways to make home just a wee bit more fun. Just the thought of her having fun right this moment, probably backpacking somewhere in Berlin or Munich, makes me wish she was here instead or rather, I was there with her. 

But no, my time will come when I'm older and better prepared to see the world. Like when I learn how to be frugal with what little money that I have, or when I finally get my drivers' licence. I know I've been talking a lot about travelling and all that but there's a reason. I see travelling as a way of broadening my horizons, breaking down barriers that were built around me ever since I was a little child; shy and oblivious to what lies beyond the shores of this little red dot. I once read a quote by St Augustine which goes something like, "The world is a book, and those who do not travel read only one page".

That's not to say that it's a given that I will travel in the future. It's just a hope I have and I'm willing to work towards achieving that dream. It's been said that only 1% of people in the world get to live their dreams, while the 99% settle for mediocrity. I know I may very well end up in the latter, but it's nice to have a goal to work towards, no?