These days are passing by in a blur and I feel my teenage adolescence speeding away like a freight train with no final destination. Just looming in the distance, while others have some sort of goal, some place that they wish to be. While I, hazed by the gloominess of winter and loss of some valued relationships, am floating in the air. Free from troubles, yes. Yet I could say that I am searching for troubles. I need something to make me want my conscious to speak to me. To tell me:
No.
That's wrong. Yet what mischief can Rucha cause with just me, myself, and I?
I feel like my goal will appear some day. It has to, right? I mean, that's why we are here. To go on and overcome those fears, to endure great feats of mental and physical anguish, to spread our thoughts and feelings and...love to our surroundings. It should become clear eventually. I am just waiting on it to dawn on me.
I want to live for something.
So, what do I want to "Get Back in my Life?" I have abso-to
ot-ley no idea. Désolé, mes chéries. Maybe one day, I will learn all about fulfilling dreams, and I will let you know.
On the less pessimistic and brighter side, I have quite an exciting event coming up. With one of my close friends I will be visiting NYC in less than a week. I simply love the city in the wintertime. I remember as a child I went there with my parents and all I could remember was ice-skating near the Rockefeller tree and having frost-bitten fingers and toes. It was quite the night.
The city gives me some sort of hope, and like Alicia says..."A concrete jungle where dreams are made of." Is my dream nestled in New York? I am trying to figure that, and several other things out these days. Hopefully my long To-Do list will be all checked off by this summer, at least.
Then, I will have my Bucket List to finish. Joy!
Enjoy the festivities. ♥
