“I wanna runaway, never say goodbye. I wanna know the truth, instead of wondering why. I wanna know the answers, no more lies. I wanna shut the door, and open up my mind.”
–Linkin Park, Runaway
Wanderlust–A strong desire or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world.
Do you feel that? The pressure? The heaviness? The burdening weight of everything being a human entitles you to take part in? If you have an internet connection to read this, then chances are you know what I’m talking about. When it feels like the whole world is standing on your shoulders, and–as cheesy as it sounds–when you know your wings are flapping but you just can’t leave the ground.
I know the feeling. All the responsibilities, deadlines and commitments. All the disappointment, let-downs, and fucking late fees. I try pushing back but every so often I’ll fold and become crushed under the pressure. I’ll become suffocated and unable to breathe let alone move. And as fight or flight kicks in, I only want to do one thing: fly.
I want to get up and run. Far, far away; on impulse; sporadically, without a word to anybody. Not so I can run from my problems and responsibilities–I just know there’s more than this out there and I want to see it. Have to. My mind, my heart aches for something new, thrilling, adventurous and real.
It’s one of the few thoughts that make me feel alive. I want to roam through the different forests, hear the sounds of nature beneath the different skies; venture through all the tall cites and small villages…I wanna break from this ball and chain and runaway.
Because the world is our home, and to stay in one place is like spending all our time up in our bedrooms.
“Fill your life with adventure, not things. Have stories to tell, not stuff to show.”