The Days of My Youth

These are the days of my youth.

The days that last as long as time with friends. The days I feel free to roam the world.

The days I can run without fear and nap without worry.

The days filled with homework in the park, ramen noodle meals, and flip flops.

The days of my twenty somethings are to be remembered. cherished. loved. 

These are the days of my youth.

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But the World Cannot Be Seen Through a Television

These days, you can see just about anything on a TV. Reckless teenage life, how things are discovered and manufactured, “reality” shows, millionaire’s houses, even the best travel spots in the world. Some things though, they should be seen in person. Those things are worth more than an hour on the couch.

So while I’m not certain about many things, one thing I am certain of: the world is to be seen. I think it likes all the attention! I mean the wonders of the world – what if no one ever saw them? What if great sights turned mundane? What if I decided I chose TV over travel? I’m sure people would reprimand me. And I hope they would! I wish more people would slap my wrist and command me to witness more of the world.

For this 20-something, when I travel somewhere, it’s like a drug. You don’t need to tell me twice, I want to see more and live crazier. It’s like a dare to take more risks.

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The double agent in me wants to crawl in bed, watch a movie, and stay in the comfort of my parents’ house. The lazy part of me, and probably the responsible part. That’s the voice inside reminding me that money has a meaning, a job is necessary, blah blah blah. It seems as if there’s no compromise.

For today though, I can pretend. I can pretend a job is something of the past. Fearless living is not only dreamed of, but an accomplishment. My suitcase is willing to follow wherever I go. And each day is an adventure.

For today, I can travel the world.

xx