EAT. PRAY. LOVE.
I haven’t finished the book, yet I’m already psyched to plan/do/have my own version of “eat pray love” drama inspired by Gilbert’s sky’s the limit (almost) search for happiness.
But even before reading the book, I already dreamed of traveling from one country to another in search for… I don’t know exactly what. Love, maybe? Food to die for and would regret not having a taste of when I die? Scenery, so beautiful I just have to see and experience?
All I know is that, traveling would surely make me happy. Maybe it’s the thrill I get from riding planes. Or because I just love gliding the wheels of my luggage. Or because I love hotels so much I want to live in one. Or because the sun shines differently at that other part of the globe. Or just plainly because they(other countries) are not as polluted as Manila.
But behind all the thrills, traveling scares the fuck out of me. Traveling means not staying and always moving forward. It means living and leaving at the same time. It’s like a short time love affair for that happiness you are looking for. Once you find it and fell in love with it, you’d have to leave it sooner or later. Oh but can you leave someone/something you love?
How can I travel and live my dream when you’ll be left here. How will I be able to bear leaving you? When I love you this much, how can I be everywhere or anywhere in this world but not with you?
fuckyeahgirlythings:simplyaox:vieleong:(via xo-heatherrmariie)
The reason and inspiration to work hard and save up, Paris. I shall be there soon.
