The Backpacker's Dream

1. Win Yourself

Maybe something will happen.

Maybe something will change.

And I always ask myself this question, "Am I ready for this change? Can I take this leap of faith?"

But I want to and I need to. I need to get up from my sleepy state, I have to freshen up and take the world on my palm and believe me it is a dreadful task. But the biggest question of all arises; can I ever leave behind my procrastination and do what I am destined to do?

But what am I destined to do?

Every day my plan changes everyday circumstances changes and every day my resolve to make my life better changes.

But with bucket loads of determination, I have decided that something needs to be done. For how long am I going to sit and think of doing the same chores that I have been doing for a thousand years? I wonder can the answer be an eternity. If your most of the life is spent in doing the same monotonous work with no sense of creativity and passion to strive better, then your 23 years will give the reflection of a thousand years.

But Scarlet, let's face it. Today you are going to step out of this door, face your uncle and you will tell him with your full determined voice that you are all set to go on the tour that you have always dreamed of. He will bombard you with questions like your safety, your stay, food and every other worry that doesn't even relate with this journey, but you are not going to chicken out in front of him and no tears, absolutely no tears begging to go out and live your backpack dream. Face him like a strong warrior and you will emerge victorious in this battle.

Win your life.

But first, get your ass out of this sleepy, comfy bed and don't, don't you dare wrap yourself more into the warmth of your blanket. Face your own determined self today.

After giving all the pep talks of the entire world, I started heading towards my destiny and I should not be afraid. 

Here goes nothing Scarlet, you won't perish, just knock the door and head-on. Do it.

After chanting the mantra of not to be a chicken and squaring my shoulders, I gave the most melancholic knock on the door, very very lightly.

'Hey pal, am I interrupting something?'

My uncle in his brown sheltered haven surrounded by N-number of books and newspapers was sitting peacefully on the mahogany armchair with a cigar in one hand and crime novel in one. He looked up and I just did the silent prayer that O heavens! This should not be bad timing.

'Yeah, nothing much but you did interrupt me while I was on the verge to know how this girl fooled the readers by portraying a different set of personality that isn't hers.'

What? Was he talking about me? I gave a quizzical look to the novel that he was reading and gave a sigh of relief.

'Oh!!! So, you got hooked up with Gone Girl. Isn't it interesting?'

'Don't even let me start with it. I can't wait yet almost can't bear to turn the pages. But yeah do tell me; to what do I own the honour of your presence in this chirping morning?'

Breathe, square your shoulders and GO. Don't get intimidated by his stare.

With the utmost determination, I said, 'Uncle, as you already know and I want to remind you again, don't smoke too much, it's injurious for your health'

Chicken, even chicken would be ashamed that you are this much chicken.

'You came here to tell me this?'