Dreams come true...
So they always say: be careful what you wish for…but I think this time it wasn’t entirely a Fate’s Gift. I believe, most of the times when our dreams do come true, it is still us who make them happened. Even if we are not aware we did. Once the subconscious is tasked with picture frame attractive enough to build few dreams into it, it becomes busy working out steps to follow the guidelines given. Few months ago browsing lazily across the virtual lands I found a place that pulled my attention strong enough to want to see more of it. Of course at that time it was just a thought. A single snapshot of Portugal's shore...the Western point of Europe, from where the brave explorers of the past took their journeys to the new discoveries…the idea stuck with me to see and possibly experience what they might've felt leaving their home, knowing they might never see it again...but it stepped back on the background later, when I got busy with other thoughts, more important at their time…and for some time I didn’t think of Portugal at all…when recently my Russian friend mentioned that she’d like to come to visit me, I found myself asking if she’d also like to share a journey somewhere slightly more exotic then a good old-fashion Kingdom…and the Portugal was mentioned…anyway, to cut the long story short…this Portugal dream appears to be coming true for me now…I am mildly surprised at the circumstances that propelled me to this point. I didn’t really think that much of going anywhere. And what were the chances my friend would not only said yes to the offer, but also made all necessary arrangements too! Yet here I am, with the tickets in my hands…slightly amused at the fact that only couple of days before I didn’t have a slightest idea my vacation will happen at all, yet along so soon…
There is always that part of me that could never ignore the Call of the Traveller. Like a migrant bird, at times I feel an urge to take off and fly away…this time – literally. After divorce I didn’t have much hope that I will be able to continue with my travels. I didn’t believe I would have a wish, energy and means. That was the important part of me I was particular sad to give up…yet as the time passes by…I’ve discovered at least one benefit of living on my own – the freedom of choice. Not only I can decide what is most important at any particular moment, but I can also go all the length to get what I want. I do not depend on other’s wants and abilities; I do not have to consider anyone else. I can just see what I want and go for it.
And this sensation makes me feel powerful!
So they always say: be careful what you wish for…but I think this time it wasn’t entirely a Fate’s Gift. I believe, most of the times when our dreams do come true, it is still us who make them happened. Even if we are not aware we did. Once the subconscious is tasked with picture frame attractive enough to build few dreams into it, it becomes busy working out steps to follow the guidelines given. Few months ago browsing lazily across the virtual lands I found a place that pulled my attention strong enough to want to see more of it. Of course at that time it was just a thought. A single snapshot of Portugal's shore...the Western point of Europe, from where the brave explorers of the past took their journeys to the new discoveries…the idea stuck with me to see and possibly experience what they might've felt leaving their home, knowing they might never see it again...but it stepped back on the background later, when I got busy with other thoughts, more important at their time…and for some time I didn’t think of Portugal at all…when recently my Russian friend mentioned that she’d like to come to visit me, I found myself asking if she’d also like to share a journey somewhere slightly more exotic then a good old-fashion Kingdom…and the Portugal was mentioned…anyway, to cut the long story short…this Portugal dream appears to be coming true for me now…I am mildly surprised at the circumstances that propelled me to this point. I didn’t really think that much of going anywhere. And what were the chances my friend would not only said yes to the offer, but also made all necessary arrangements too! Yet here I am, with the tickets in my hands…slightly amused at the fact that only couple of days before I didn’t have a slightest idea my vacation will happen at all, yet along so soon…
There is always that part of me that could never ignore the Call of the Traveller. Like a migrant bird, at times I feel an urge to take off and fly away…this time – literally. After divorce I didn’t have much hope that I will be able to continue with my travels. I didn’t believe I would have a wish, energy and means. That was the important part of me I was particular sad to give up…yet as the time passes by…I’ve discovered at least one benefit of living on my own – the freedom of choice. Not only I can decide what is most important at any particular moment, but I can also go all the length to get what I want. I do not depend on other’s wants and abilities; I do not have to consider anyone else. I can just see what I want and go for it.
And this sensation makes me feel powerful!