on and smile, or lack there of. There is a slight air of stress and unhappiness like in the"real world" where real people havereal jobs that make them "really happy" (smerk). So what is it about being on holiday that we stop
and breathe? We cock our heads and look
at the cobbled streets,noticethe coloured shutters. All of a sudden the we
ather becomes relevant, the people we are walking by catch our attention.So, why does that feeling slip through our fingers so easily when we return to the norm?
Have you ever noticed no matter how suppressed our happiness and self are you can't help but express yourself often unconsciously? You see it in people being drawn into strange hobbies like dragon boat racing, wearing colours that shouldn't be put together with a print that allows us to imagine the wearer just turned into a large leopard or withdrawing altogether into a book for escape.
How people react to real life is immensely interesting. How people fight the urge to do what they really want is just perplexing.
I wonder.. what would make us stop and throw in the towel? Why do we separate ourselves from our dreams? J'ai deteste being told i can't do something or reach for a far away dream.
It's my dream.
It's my light
It's what makes my life "real".
We should dream more.
Some of my favourite moments happen when I'm pondering.
Whether it's about the new Wang shoes, what I wa
nt from today or how the stranger beside me on the tra
in feels. I think I get something out of inner reflection and love doing it in my spare time. Hmm, did i just realise my strange
hobby that belongs in the same category as dragon boat racing?
