Have you ever felt like you are looking for something, but don't know what it is? And you know you will never find it. But you look anyway?
I think, while planning my trip to Iceland, I have become aware of this feeling. One where I know I am looking for something, an experience, a moment, a sight, a feeling. But I don't know what it is. And I don't know how to find it. And I know I won't find it. But it is ok. It will be alright. I will have fun. And I will create lasting memories and experiences. But I somehow feel like it will be less than I am looking for.
I have had the dream of visiting Iceland for the past five years or so. And it frightens me. Not the country, but being able to make a dream turn into a reality. I am scared that it will not be what I think. But then I remember that it is a new experience, one that most people will never have. And it will become a part of me. Just like every other trip has. It will help shape the rest of my life. But will realizing a dream make it less important to me? Or make me feel like I have no where to go? I don't think so. I think it will make me a better person. And I will find a new dream. And I will keep replacing those attained dreams with other dreams until I die or dream the unattainable.
I'm not sure where this all came from...
Travel is a metaphor for life. The journey is the reward. Dream big. Live bigger. You'll be fine. Love you. Dad
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