I wish I was as brave as you, traveler, able to go where I please, to do what I want—a carefree explorer of this beautiful planet we call home. I wish I was brave like you, so I too, could get lost in the crowd, maybe meet some special people, nomads a long way from home. Maybe we could have been lost together. We could have walked the streets at night, a little drunk, singing songs in our mother tongues between bursts of intoxicated laughter.At the end of the night we probably would have run out of money, but we would be rich in experiences. I might not be artistic, but I could try my hand at street art, or even —if blessed by the muses—compose a poem or two (though they might not be that good). There is very little I would not do, if I was brave like you.
If I had even half the bravery you do, I could easily strike up conversations with adventurous strangers like yourself. Perhaps I could go with them to the mountains, or go cliff diving. I could camp out under the stars in the desert, never mind that I don’t know how to pitch a tent, I’m a fast learner -just point me in the right direction. I could spend the night away dancing in a crowd of strangers, body swaying, sweat trickling down my neck in carefree droplets, alone but in that moment connected…to humanity. Most of all I could wake up every morning to the gentle touch of the sunrise kissing my lips in greeting. I could behold the wonders of the world and ponder on the mysteries of space.
But, I am not brave. I do not have the ability to jump on a plane without a plan and with no destination—however much I may want to. There is little room for spontaneity in my orderly and chaotic 9-5 life. There are after all, bills to be paid and mouths to be fed.
It is not wonders I see, but the same old gray walls and tired faces. Rather than the tranquility of nature and the excitement of adventure, fear and regret are my wake-up calls.
Indeed traveler, I can only hope that one day I will be brave like you.
~Ink Me In