I’m not really a water kind of person. I hate the rains, am annoyed by puddles on the road, and I prefer to sit in kiddy pools in water parks. That could also be because I panic at the thought of zooming down at breakneck speeds. But let’s not talk about that. Instead, I’ll dwell on the waters that intrigue me, those that burst in on the golden sands of beaches. I’ll wade knee-deep into them – no more – and think about the secrets of the world.
I wrote a poem a while ago. About how awesome it would be to travel.
Santorini is one of the most beautiful places in the world. There are many people who say that it is overhyped, that it isn’t what it is made out to be, that it is too crowded. But I will have to respectfully disagree. Because finding myself amidst people who shared my awe of the beautiful whites and blues that surrounded us was something that filled my heart. I couldn’t at first believe it. I couldn’t believe that I was treading the same path that I had always dreamed of treading. But slowly and surely, it did sink in.
There has hardly ever been a day that has passed in which I haven’t dreamt of breaking free and hopping from one continent to another without a worry in the world. I have dreamt of snowy landscapes of the Himalayas to urban epicenters like Times Square to quaint little villages in the corners of Greece or Italy. I have dreamt of weightless travel and tensionless zipping from one city to another. I have dreamt of a lot of things, yet I know that there are many dreams that will be left unfulfilled, for how many places can I actually “definitely go” to?
Beaches. Waters. Sands. I’m not a great fan of water. Maybe because I feel vulnerable when I’m bombarded by it. So when it rains, you’ll find me staring at it in annoyance. When I pass by a puddle, I skirt it and curse anyone who splashes. When I’m near a pool or the beach, I make sure I’m careful enough not to be around people who can dunk me into the water.
I’m a huge fan of traveling. More than the sense of exploration, it’s the pride that comes with being in the moment of actual realization of dreams that fills my heart. Of course, combing down new places to see what it has to offer, watching people from different cultures interact, trying the different food (difficult for a vegetarian but not impossible), and most importantly, making the place my own, are some things that I can never get enough of. That is, if I have the resources to travel. One day, I dream. And then I whisper to myself – not in a creepy way, I promise – that yes, that one day will come.