On my first trip to London I was making my way to the famous Abbey Road when I stumbled upon a canal under a bridge flowing through a tunnel. Having no schedule whatsoever I decided find my way down the stairs along the pathway, which was quite difficult to find, where I found a wall of moss and a chalkboard full of wishes.
It was quite a humbling find since the reason I had travelled to Europe in the first place was to help me find my sense of purpose in life, to figure out what I really wanted to get out of it all in the end. When faced with this intimidating wall I suddenly found myself pressured to pick something.
What did I want to do before I die?
While death isn’t something I like to think about I do think about what it is I want to accomplish in life before I’m old and sitting in my rocker chair watching the birds. Everyday I question my desires and ambitions; never really pin pointing what it is I want to do but all I can think is, “What would I regret not doing?”
I couldn’t help but feel mystified by reading others peoples dreams. Yes there was silly answers like “Shag Ben Green” but some of them really touched me. I travelled half way around the world, flew to London on a whim, and found myself on some side street walking by a canal with people I’ve never mets dreams written on a wall.
“I want to live.”
“See the world.”
“Have lived a full life.”
“Make sure I lived my life.”
And the one that stuck me the most was “Be with Esther.”
I don’t know why but something so simple and profound as “Be with Esther.” made my heart turn. Maybe because it was so different from the others and so simple, I couldn’t help but smile when I read it. It was short and sweet and made me have so many questions. Who was she? Were they together? Was she alive? Did they break up? Or were they madly in love?
I have so many questions and I’ll probably never have the answers. But that’s life isn’t it? You travel the world in hopes of finding yourself and instead come home with more questions, more desires, more holes that need to be filled since you left pieces of yourself everywhere you went.
While I can’t pinpoint what it is exactly I want to do before I die in one senctene I can say this-
I want to travel the world,
take good photos,
write good stories,
create good art,
fall in love with
What do you want to do before you die? Is it travel the world or be content? Is it being with your one true love or finding your purpose in life or is it both?