"Have you ever felt like you need to move from a certain place to another? And you need to go somewhere else and find this happiness that you've been dying for?"
I have always felt this way...And this agonizing wonderment of seeing what the other side of the world has to offer left me spellbound. When I say, "the other side of the world," I'm not pertaining to the "life after death" which some religious person believes. I respect that. But for me, when a person dies, he will no longer exist in any form of life. Maybe some of you already have a distinct exegesis in your head right now. Maybe you'll ask where did I read this or what are my basis to support my statement.There's actually none. It's not even a fact. If someone knowlegeable is willing to arbitrate our cross fire, then I'll keep my mouth shut.I just have this perception that nothing is permanent on this earth. That when a certain thing passed right before your eyes, they will never, ever come back.
As I close my eyes everytime I have a chance, I can't help but to think of the rain, the calm and soothing sea breeze. The summer zephyr that touches my skin and caressing my face with it's warm and emollient ways. But as I opened my eyes, all I can see are concrete walls and my eyes focused on my screen. And it's making me sad. All I ever want to do was move. To move freely.
"When we tire of well-worn ways, we seek for new.This restless craving in the souls of men spurs them to climb, and to seek the mountain view".- Ella Wheeler Wilcox
