A wanderer’s mind

I’ve decided to set myself a challenge. As the NanNoWriMo ends and the Christmas count down begins, I figured I should combine the two and go on my own Writemas -or whatever you can call it- and write an article everyday until December 24th. Now I normally don’t write a lot, and one thing to know is that my finals are in two weeks, so I’ll try to keep up as best as I can but no promises right?

As I sit down in front of my computer and open a « New article » tab, a single question arises: what to write? Truth is, I have ideas, I am just not in the right mood to write them. But then I saw this video « Going on a roadtrip with a stranger » and I thought: this is it. On this melancholic Sunday evening, this is what I’m in the mood to write about.

I want to write about fantasies, about dreams of wild adventures, sunsets painting the sky in warm hues, frozen grass in the early morning. Of cartwheels in the open, meaningful conversations with a loved one at unbelievable hours, in an old-fashion diner at the corner of the road. I sometimes wish my life was different, that I wasn’t born in the city in this decade and country. I feel like I’m missing some part of life, but that might also be the influence of american television imposing standards of life to other cultures (wow what). Still, I wish it was summer and I could take my bike and go stargazing in the middle of a field near my grand mother’s house. I wish I could share this with someone other than my family, someone I would feel so comfortable with I wouldn’t have to worry about a single thing I say.

Instead I’m sitting on my chair, a shawl wrapped around my shoulders, painting my nails red and staying up to write this (future-self will hate me when the alarm will go off in the morning). Worrying seems to be what I’m the most talented at these days and it is tiring. Much less pleasant than dreaming, which I’ve not even had time to do lately. Life is crazy. Maybe this is why I’ve decided to write everyday. To remind me of what I am going through and what was and still is important to me above all else. So yeah, school is lowkey hell, my days are endless, but at least now I know what I work for and what I dream of and that is priceless.

Never surrender your wanderer’s soul.

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