The other day I stumbled across an old poem that I wrote when I was 20 years old, so almost 12 years ago:
He lived in average luxury
But life was not a breeze
And the pleasures that surrounded him
No longer seemed to please
The boredom grew and strangled him
It burned inside his mind
And so one day he packed his bags
And left his world behind
He drove for several hundred miles
Until the motor died
Then held out his thumb on the side of the road
And waited for a ride
While walking fast so he could feel
Within a state of change
That nothing could derail him now,
The heavens were in range
With many people he rode on,
Further and further south
For the tastes and smells of that strange land
Still lingered in his mouth
And he was tired of shivering
In an air-conditioned world
He longed for the stench, the dust, and fumes
Of those memories that seemed blurred
Like animals, who, homeward-bound,
Feel drawn and do not flinch
He felt his goal grow closer
With every passing inch
Before too long he reached the line
The temperature was rising
They stamped his passport and he passed
The experience was inspiring
For he had done what they all dream
He’d simply run away
His life belonged to him alone,
He’d truly seized the day
But now the question lingered:
How long could he remain?
Could he make this dream reality?
Or was he just insane?
When all his money has run out
Will he somehow make more?
Or have no choice but to return
To the life he lived before?
Would he have been far wiser
To have planned it all for years
And never do what we all would
Could we o’ercome our fear?
So this is your decision,
As the reader you have a say
Will he flourish in this brand new world?
Or will he fade away?
So ponder the significance
Of daring to rebel
From a world that tells us how to live
Yet keeps us trapped in hell
I think the lesson here is that you’re going to follow your dreams eventually, so you may as well do it while you’re young and unattached. Time is short. Don’t waste it.