*Customs office at airport*
Officer: Ma'am where are you going? What is your destination?
Me: Destination?
Those words. where are you going? Destination? I'm as confused as ever. I say to myself. Where am I going? And In that moment I realize that I have no clue whatsoever as to where I am going.
Me: I do not know?...
I really don't know. I feel as though I'm searching for something that is important enough to search for but I'm still not sure.
Officer: Ma'am?
Me: Um I'm um searching for the Shangri-La.
Officer: The Shangri-La you say?
Me: Yes...
Officer: Okay... You're free to leave.
I'm free to leave? Where to? I guess I'm to search for my own Shangri-La then.
I just keep on going towards my infinite destination.
///Shangri-La is a fictional place described as a mystical, harmonious valley. It is a permanently happy place isolated from the outside world.///
