New day. Same old start.

Some people may find monotony oddly comforting but I find it disturbing. Waking up to a brand new day only to do the same old routine is such a waste of life itself. At least that’s what I think. I have never liked being that person who had fixed time slots for every little thing but sadly, I have turned into one.

I get up, get dressed, go to work (a place where I get no appreciation for what I do & no self-satisfaction either), come home & just go to bed.
If I could, I wouldn’t blink twice before I seize the opportunity to break this lethargic routine & get away from it as far as possible.

It has always been my dream to travel all over the world. Solo or with the one I love, It didn’t matter. I just want to travel. I want to live. I want to experience things I never have before. Take risks. Meet new people. Learn about new cultures. I don’t want to reach a certain age & look back at my life with disappointment.
I want to look back & be able to tell myself that I lived.
I lived life like I wanted to and not how I needed to …

I don’t want society to decide what I am to do with my life. I don’t want anyone else other than me to do that for me.
I don’t know how and when will I be able to fulfill my dreams. Of course, I’ll work towards it rather than just yapping about it on here.

Until then, all I can do is just write my way through it..