Travel Journal

Warning: cheesy reading ahead…

I feel old, and I wonder why. I remember feeling young once. And I am trying to figure out the difference. It partly has to do with your increase responsibilities, and the “daily grind”. But I was thinking maybe the deeper root is that I am becoming more aware of my mortality.

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I have been more concerned about the impact of my life, and the time spent on Earth. When you were a teenager and believe yourself to be immortal, you pursued your dreams without the worry that the day will come when that dream dies. As you get older, and you are out of the “preparation phase” (school) and into the actual pursuing phase (work), you start to realize the real possibility that the dream may fade away, or that it be never be awakened. It is like feeling the pressure of the deadline that seems so far away and now suddenly is there. I am sometimes afraid to die without ever really having lived, or to have ever been alive – left to ponder this universe and my life in it.

The difference is that when you were younger, not only were you chasing a dream, you did not worry about the dream dying. You took your time. You enjoyed life. Enjoyed the scenery along the path while you are chasing your dream. You were not in a rush to win. And I think the key there is that maybe, it was better to enjoy life than to chase it. Frankly, you didnt care if dreams never come as long as life was good. And there would always be another dream to chase if one did not work out. I know I felt this way once, when I was young and immortal. But somehow as life gets older, we sometime tend to think that we have run out of dreams, and we need to hold on to that last one that we do have.

So for me to be free again, is to realize my immortality. I am not bound to this life, and the time spent on this planet. I just need to trusted in God, and knowing life is more than just what legacy I leave behind. There is eternity, and life here isn’t isolated to being the best or successful, but just being bless to enjoy the day, it’s beauty, and the ones we share it with. There will always be an endless supply of dreams to chase, the days are always young, and life won’t end when it ends…

And the passion of life is not in having the dream, but in chasing the dream. It is the chasing of the dream where one is living the dream. Once the dream has awoken, it really is no more the dream. Luckily there will always be something new to dare, to dream, and to do. And there are thing in life where the journey will never end – the paths we take with people.