So I booked my flight ticket today. Funny how I realized I had a smile on my face, a smile that only the excitement of travel and the exquisite feeling of bare feet wandering in a foreign land could ignite. Days of being fickle and inconsistent about finding a place I want to say farewell to the year of 2013 have worn me out. I could go anywhere but where would I go? The paradox of choice usually leads to poorer decision, creates this undesirable anxiety and in fact, makes me wonder whether the destination really matters at all.
So every time I face a mental crisis, I wait. I know there is no right moment and sometimes waiting is pointless as time always runs short in life. But I believe there will be a moment, which can be affected by almost anything; a moment that might not be right, but is better than the rest; a moment I know for certain that if I let it slip by, I would not be able to reach ‘the one’ decision that I want; a moment I smile and say “this is it!”
It’s amazing how easily life flows sometimes. An ordinary day like this warms my heart.