Wishing And Hoping

I know this might sound cheesy but - I saw this picture on Tumblr, this one on the right and suddenly I felt the need to express something. I felt something that I wanted also to write it down. And so here I am writing about it. It's actually all about fantasizing about being somewhere you cannot be in the near future, at least if you're a high-school student in the middle of semester and you especially cannot afford a little trip like this not only that the timing would be wrong but also financially there would be some difficulties. But anyway, I can daydream, right? That's the right I was given when I was born and I don't yet know how to label it: is it called freedom or imagination. But I know I posses both of them, I just haven't quite directed them in the right direction, but I have time. I have time to develop that and time will show who I truly am, I guess. But I'm not afraid of pushing myself to the limits or finding out I'm not who I wanted at first place to be. Of course, I'd be disappointed (like many times before) but somehow I'd try to dig deeper inside and find another way I can express myself through. I know I have endless possibilities left and I simply love this quote by John Green or more precisely, one of his characters in the best-seller hit The Fault In Our Stars (which I'm positive I've mentioned (too) many times before) Augustus Waters but I cannot completely recall it but it goes something like this: "It's scary how you can be just anything on this world." It's something like that, like I said I can't remember it correctly. But anyway, you get the point. You can do anything, be anything, you literally have endless possibilities left on the table. And I can't wait to get started.

However, this photo reminded me of something completely different. Like, not in the way of wandering through ideas of where to be in the future, but like I've already settled somewhere. I don't know where exactly that is (I have a feeling it's Paris considering those types of buildings), but all I really do acknowledge is that it's somewhere far far away from here. And it gives me kind of pleasure, feeling of satisfaction thinking I could be somewhere totally else right now. And that's how I start thinking of strangers and how there can be something really exciting going on in someone's life. There's always something happening. And that is the feeling this picture gives me. Feeling of freedom, letting yourself go and just go where ever the wind blows and see what happens. See where you land. What I spotted first about the picture is how it's an cool evening, everybody's chilling, but I'm more thinking of a casual Saturday night rather than Friday night (I sorta became addicted to a little experimenting in deduction since regularly watching Sherlock, I hope you don't mind). I love how the photographer captured this unique moment when at first sight it doesn't even seem like anything special. But if you look closely enough, you can see the almost insignificant cars passing by with only dangerous lights protecting them and guiding them through the night. And there are also people in those cars, going somewhere, having future arrangements, having plans and families to go to. Beside the road you can see this small bar or a pub, just a tiny station either on the way home or you just wanted a little fun, this is a perfect little cottage to stay in until late hours and maybe spend time alone, with a date or a group. I love those kind of places; there is wood everywhere and dim lights, good food and drinks, fantastic music softly playing somewhere in the background or if you're lucky, live. What I love most about those little pubs is that many have more than one floor; but not necessarily, of course. But either way, you have each corner for yourself, each has a story, a special decorating. You can choose whichever and you still have something to focus on, I mean there's always something to admire, a special little thing.

Anyway, going back to the streets. I also love how endless the street next to that pub seems. It's filled with bright yellow lights on each side that guide you. Every light has a little bistro above or another pub or a fine restaurant. My heart aches so much when I'm looking at this because I want to experience it all. I want to wander around those streets, discover new places, meet random people and inhale it all in. All I always seem to want is to be somewhere my body currently isn't. It's quite sad actually, to mentally be somewhere where your body is not. All I have left is hope I guess. I suffer from extreme wanderlust and the inability to satisfy it. Couldn't put it more accurately, though. They say life begins at the end of your comfort zone and I want to explore on the very edge. Get lost somewhere, go over thousands of bridges, discover streets and squares, go sightseeing, ... And much, much more. So many things I still have to wait for, even though I'm not sure if any of this will ever come true even when I'm old enough to go on my own. But they say hope dies last and I live by that and I'm not afraid to confess it. I do hope one day all these dreams I write about here will come true. But I'll leave that to fate as well as I'll work very hard for it, too. I know things worth having don't come easy and especially not by themselves.
Another part of the picture I want to focus on is the apartments inside the house. The windows and how each flat has a story, a meaning. I love this kind of stuff. Not knowing what's going on beyond that glass which is as far as you can see. The future it holds. And the people inside it. Maybe some are having a night-in, some are just casually watching telly, some maybe went to bed, when others seem to be enjoying themselves outdoors. But anyway, it's a story, a yet unsolved puzzle. So many things going on between all these walls that separate each life from another only by an tiny, slim wall. Most of those people probably have met, but still. There is some kind of mystery involved in living in a block of flats. Excitement, thrill and adventure are involved in living in a flat. That's why I've always wanted to live in a flat rather than in a big house, all isolated and distant, although some people like it better that way. For myself I can say I could never live on some countryside, away from all the city throb. Just couldn't stand missing it all out. Even though I wouldn't resist a nice villa on the South of France, just peacefully breathing a non-smog air once for a change. I don't actually see that happening but it's a piece of cake for rich people buying a few million worth villa right in front of the beach. Anyway, for now I only dream about a nice little place in the middle of Manhattan and a job I love, possibly including some writing as well, and enough food to eat. Hopefully, that dream will once come true and I'll try and try and again, try, until I get there. That's the only thing I want in life, well, actually those three things. And to be healthy and full of energy and that crap. But still. Is that really too much I'm asking for? And the strength to fight my way in New York? I'll do my best, that's for sure.

I'd never stop exploring, if I ever make it there. All the streets that all the movies are filmed (I might even come across a celebrity - which I'm sure isn't a problem in one of the most popular cities in the world, however it is cheaper than London, I checked), the Central Park and, of course, the Empire State Building and The Grand Central Station. There are so many other things I'd want to try: from the famous ZOO to the best restaurants in town. Although I'd probably be cashless, I'd still check out the best boutiques by my favorite designers. I crave for the rush and thrill that would keep me going and a job that I would simply adore and so I'd never have to work a day in my life. A dream come true.

(C) Every artwork used is from Google and Tumblr