‘See the line where the sky meets the sea?
It calls me
And no one knows, how far it goes
If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me
One day I’ll know, how far I’ll go.’
Deep in myself there is a call. A call which is deeply-rooted and which wonders how new horizons are like. No religious call, nothing spiritual neither defined. It’s a feeling , more like a ‘gut feeling’. When the song plays in my head, the words from Alessia Cara seem so recognizable. There is that other land far from here winking at me. As a foreign wind strokes along my cheeks, I dream about another place…
As a child you think you can conquer the world. Can’t you remember having that idea? You are born righteous and you will bring hope to other people. But when you grow older, you’re content if that hope still remains on your side. If nature is kind to you. There are moments you have the feeling of standing in the seawater with your feet and the sand washes away underneath them. Times that you are afraid. And then there are moments you want to hold on with both hands because they are important and valuable. Those things give meaning to our life and will make us look beyond our own little world.
There are so many things to see, so many places that are worth visiting. I wonder how the rain feels, falling from the sky in Vietnam when it’s really soggy outside. I ask myself if the temples in Tibet that lay high on the mountains really can reach the sun. I wonder where the seas end and where they start again. How quiet it is floating on a boat on a lake in Sweden.
Snow rarely falls where I live, but once I want to build a big snowman with my children while the snowflakes are still whirling down from the sky. I want to walk along ancient Roman buildings caressing my hand along them wondering how they looked like many centuries ago…
You can’t ignore the feeling once it’s starts bubbling. 🙂 And I believe that somewhere on the border of our dreams we can start building new ones.