Some people call me brave for following my dreams, some call me foolish. Most days, I don't know which side to agree with.
"What do you want to be when you grow up?", they would say. To this, I never had an answer. "Where would you most like to travel to?", they would ask. To this, my response would turn into a conversation that would last hours.
Doesn't that mean something? Shouldn't that matter? A lot of the time, when people would ask me what I want to do with my life, I would tell them that the only thing I know for certain is that I want to see as much of this world as possible. If that's all I've ever known, shouldn't that be what I'm doing?
I'm young. Someday, when I'm old and wrinkled, no one's going to care if I took one or two or six years off of school to travel the world and do what I want. When I'm old and wrinkled, no one's going to tell me that I should have done things differently. No one's going to tell me that those experiences and these memories weren't worth it. That I should have forced myself to go to college right after high school even though I knew for a fact that I wouldn't make it.
Travelling is what makes me feel alive. When I can't sleep at night, I make lists upon lists of all the places I'd like to go. I search for accommodation in Peru, for flights from New Zealand to Australia. I think of myself in those places, the photos I'll take, the memories I'll make. It calms me, it excites me! There's so much of this world to see. There's so much adventuring to be had. I don't want to wait until I have a steady career before I go out and do what I want to do most. I want to do it now, while I'm young, while I'm free.
Some people call me brave for following my dreams, some call me foolish. All I know is that I want to see as much of this world as possible. All I know is that there's no better time to do it.