Thoughts.

I'd like to chop off all my hair, buy a whole new wardrobe, move to a foreign land and start new. In a place where no one knows my name or the reputation tied to it. I love to be some place where I didn't speak a word of the language or know any of the customs. I'd be a stranger in a strange land as that good old song says. It would be a frightening and beautiful experience. I'd wander for a long time, confused and forced to pay attention to small details to get me by. For instance, I would watch conversations go on around me and pay close attention to the body language, as that would be my only communicative tool. I would start new, and fresh.
It would be a challenge. It would be a thrill. It would be enlightening. I would have the chance to learn things, meet people, and see extraordinary places. Thats what I want out of life. I want to experience everything. I don't want to take advantage of one single moment. It can be stressful. I recognize that life is too short to spend wasting on something stupid. Like blogging. Unfortunately, I dream to much. I have all these hopes and aspirations I know will never come true. They seem so impossible. Though I often say nothing is impossible, and I firmly believe it, moments of doubt cloud everything. Will I ever get what I want out of life? Does anyone really leave this life satisfied? Or is satisfaction a point that cannot be reached? Therefore when you feel satisfied, you may need to re-evaluate everything. Maybe satisfaction is just a fantasy. It gives you a false sense of completion. Maybe it gives you hope. It instills in you a faith that your life isn't in vain and that someday you will feel whole, complete, satisfied. But in fact, you will never completely gain satisfaction. Perhaps satisfaction is meant to keep you going. Because if we all knew that satisfaction was unachievable, would we even bother living life? Or would we just give up and find it pointless. I think we all live to be satisfied. It makes life worthwhile.