It’s not easy to be left wondering why. Racking your mind to find the reason something fell apart. Like a magnificent civilisation that crumbled into pieces and all that is left behind is the ruins we visit, as a sign of our glorious past.
We don’t seem to learn from history. And we keep repeating the same mistakes.
Because we somehow believe that this time things will be different. That we deserve better and we hope we’ve found it.
We forgive too easily because we long for something better.
We expect too much, because we are willing to offer more.
On the first day back from a holiday you’re usually overwhelmed with an unbearable denial of having returned. It’s as if you refuse to accept that the break is over and you have to return to routine, because you need to work to earn the money to be able to then have a break.
The extent to which you’ve relaxed and had tremendous fun during your holiday is often linearly proportional to the time it will take you to come to terms with the fact that the break is now over. It’s a harsh awakening, consenting to now having returned to what you’ve tried for months to escape from.
But in truth, why are you doing something you so badly need a break from anyway? Sure, we all need a change from everything once in a while, but shouldn’t you be spending most of your days doing something you like, that fulfils you and which you’re good at? Shouldn’t you be longing to return to this too after your break? If you feel you’re incarcerated and forced into functioning in a job you don’t want to get up and go to, then you should rethink your priorities.
The point in life is to have a job that is more than that. One that you’re passionate about, and even if it is not exactly what you want to be doing, it motivates you to be the best you can be at it. One that inspires you to raise the bar higher, because you can.
Holidays are great. And we all need the time to switch off, calm down, change scenes and rethink many aspects of our lives. But let’s be rational: there are people who can’t afford to take a break, mainly because they have nothing to go away from or don’t even have the financial capacity to do so.
So be grateful: for the work you have, the ability to earn a living, to travel, to escape routine, to have friends to experience things with, but most of all, to have a home to return to after it all.
The hardest part of being forcibly away is not being able to hug you and receive back that warm heartbeat vibration.
The hardest part of being forced to be apart for so long is not being able to join our laughter in chorus in all our inside jokes; in all the things only we find funny.
Forced to be at a distance, we’re never really apart, and you know that.
I can feel you, just like you can sense me. Every mood and every thought resonates within each other.
I would still prefer not to be so many miles away.
How can you miss something you never had; you’ve never even tried?
How can the longing for it be so great that you yearn for it constantly?
How can you dream of a paradise you’ve never seen in reality?
She scribbled in her notebook all during the entire flight. She’d lost count of the hours it took her to get there.
All she cared about was that she was finally going. There. To that place she had been dreaming of ever since her eyes fell on an advertorial in a travel magazine. Somewhere by chance.
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