Trapped

I woke up and went to the bathroom this morning and the thought that instantly came to mind was finding out my purpose in life. I believe that we are all here in this lifetime to learn a lesson of some sort, full fill a goal that, maybe, in a past life, hasn't been able to achieve. Many thoughts come to my mind and I see it everyday with other people; travelling.

I feel so incredibly trapped within this melting pot which we call New York. You may get culture, but in the end, what I really want is the authentic impact of the different cultures that this world holds. "Impossible" is the word I think about when I think of backpacking in Europe or in South America, but it's one of my biggest dreams to do. Something inside of me says that I should be out there, discovering. The opportunities are out there, I just have to find that fucker. .

This may be the reason why I get excited at an airport. It's the portal and the metro of the world.