It's funny to think of the grand ambitions we often have, starting forth with a spark like so many other would be fires only to be extinguished by changing winds. Reading a Facebook post I realized that it has been almost a year since I have written anything of note. Not that this entry would necessarily qualify as anything of note, but still I sit dismayed, as my once cherished travel blog has been left to fade into the oblivion of half started dreams that now float through thousands of miles of cables with no destination, existing both nowhere but everywhere.
But I suppose this is what happens to a travel blog when its owner has no foreign destination...
However, now I stand equipped to resist this obscurity. I fight back with words, filled with a new sense of exploration as my mind drifts to future travels. Leaving for Rio in 2 weeks for Carnival, my mind again begins to drift to my purpose as often happens. I question my reasons for being here when I could just as easily be out there discovering some uncovered corner of the world. Life seems too short to retire the tiny pieces of passion that ignite the great ambitions in your life. But alas, plane tickets are not as cheap as matches and so I sit smoldering in my own wanderlust.
But I suppose this is what happens to a travel blog when its owner has no foreign destination...
However, now I stand equipped to resist this obscurity. I fight back with words, filled with a new sense of exploration as my mind drifts to future travels. Leaving for Rio in 2 weeks for Carnival, my mind again begins to drift to my purpose as often happens. I question my reasons for being here when I could just as easily be out there discovering some uncovered corner of the world. Life seems too short to retire the tiny pieces of passion that ignite the great ambitions in your life. But alas, plane tickets are not as cheap as matches and so I sit smoldering in my own wanderlust.
