Here’s the thing.
I want to go ice-skating in Central Park. I want the breath
knocked clear out my lungs just from one look at Machu Picchu. I want to climb on Stonehenge, even if
it’s not allowed. I want to drink
black coffee in a French café. I
want my Goosebumps tingling as I stand in the middle of a field in
Ireland. I want to raft down the
rapids in the Grand Canyon. I want
too many pictures. I want to walk the path to Mordoor in New Zealand. I want to taste real Chinese food. I
want to throw a coin in the Trevi Fountain. I want to stare out the window of a train like Anna
Karenina. I want to go cliff
jumping. I want to taste the salty
air of Santorini. I want to write
about it all. I want to learn how
to waltz. I want to check the time
on Big Ben. I want to speak French
in Quebec. I want to experience
Rio. I want to yell like mad at a
world cup match. I want to meet
interesting people on airplanes. I
want to walk through fields if tulips in the Netherlands. I want to walk through the gates of
Versailles and imagine Marie Antoinette.
I don’t want to be a tourist. I want to eat pasta in Italy and love
myself for it. I want to explore Scotland’s
castles. I want to dig up family history in Turkey. I want to walk amongst the pyramids in Egypt. I want to stand in awe of the Northern
Lights. I want to walk through
Jerusalem. I don’t want to play by
the rules. I want to put a love letter in the Casa de Giulietta in Verona. I want to take a corny picture next to
the Leaning Tower of Pisa. I want
to discover what’s in Belgium. I
want to go on adventures!
All I want to do is move. All I want to do is move and grow
and change into all the people I'm supposed to be and maybe a few that I'm not.
All I want to do is explore. Explore the richest coffee and where the air is
the saltiest. To add "adventurist" to my list of character
traits. To dig deeper into The Great I AM and find out my passions while doing
it.
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