This is it... the final countdown.
It's been a long road but in seven days, I finally reach that crossroads where I choose adventure or fear. Do I stay here and live according to routine, or do I break the cycle and do something different and a little risky. If everything works out... this time next week I'll be in another country having ridden upon the clouds for the very first time.
Of course, the time for questioning myself is practically speaking... far too late. I've invested too much time, money, effort and hope to abandon my personal quest now. So it's time to spread the wings and let the breeze take me up into the stratosphere, a time to raise the main mast and tack into the wind.
If you had asked me 9 months ago how I would have expected to feel about this trip, I would tell you that it would be something like 85% anxiousness and 15% eager anticipation, so I'm quite surprised to find myself in a position that is somewhat the reverse of that.
It is interesting that in the time I've waited since booking my little holiday, my destination has become more than a little politically unstable... and the average number of aeroplanes dropping out of the sky has also increased. It's almost as if the world doesn't want me to break the chains it has forged for me... but I shall not be bound by a lesser master.
Curiously I've also been dwelling on a dream I had some time ago concerning my destination and wondering if it was as random as I might have thought.
It's also interesting that I caught the end of Vanilla Sky on TV the other night. It's kind of the position I find myself in:
It's been a long road but in seven days, I finally reach that crossroads where I choose adventure or fear. Do I stay here and live according to routine, or do I break the cycle and do something different and a little risky. If everything works out... this time next week I'll be in another country having ridden upon the clouds for the very first time.
Of course, the time for questioning myself is practically speaking... far too late. I've invested too much time, money, effort and hope to abandon my personal quest now. So it's time to spread the wings and let the breeze take me up into the stratosphere, a time to raise the main mast and tack into the wind.
If you had asked me 9 months ago how I would have expected to feel about this trip, I would tell you that it would be something like 85% anxiousness and 15% eager anticipation, so I'm quite surprised to find myself in a position that is somewhat the reverse of that.
It is interesting that in the time I've waited since booking my little holiday, my destination has become more than a little politically unstable... and the average number of aeroplanes dropping out of the sky has also increased. It's almost as if the world doesn't want me to break the chains it has forged for me... but I shall not be bound by a lesser master.
Curiously I've also been dwelling on a dream I had some time ago concerning my destination and wondering if it was as random as I might have thought.
It's also interesting that I caught the end of Vanilla Sky on TV the other night. It's kind of the position I find myself in:
... and I think I'm going to leave you with that thought - that every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around,and that more importantly... if the world around you is becoming a dystopia shaped by your fears and anxieties. You need to surrender to what is greater (Him) in order to wake up to a real life.
God bless
Nick
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