...How surreal it feels? When you go somewhere real nice for a few weeks, but you don't even realize how nice the place was until you get back home.
And the moment you go back, you realize just how good you have had it, but unfortunately, by then, it all feels like a distant dream. You know that the dream was real, but you find it hard to believe. Life continues as normal, and it's like you never even left.
...Sitting here at night, listening to Dick Dale. Wish I lived by the beach at the ocean side. It's probably the only thing worth working hard for, getting a place by the ocean.
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Walking on the beach at night will never get old for me.
How about a town in the middle of the mainland?
That's not even the point.
Is it worse when you actually were there, but then it all just feels like it was a dream?
What difference is there, really?
The times I had in my short stay in the French Foreign Legion
Being drove around the desolate areas of Kiev at night
The life I lived working in Krakow
Living illegally in a student dorm with my ex-gf for 6 months
Walking through snow covered forests at sunset with said girl
The constant partying and girlfriends I had in college before dropping out
All these moments/lifestyles I fucked up and left because I didn't appreciate them at the time. When I look back I'm like 'wow', any one of those I could've quite easily persued....
It's so beautiful and sad at the same time.
Changed me forever...
I rarely if ever get to go on holidays. My life sucks. I blame society for making it so damned expensive to fulfill my earth-given right to see the world.
I'd love to live on an tropical island :cool:
Don't blame society, blame yourself.
If you want to see the world - go and see it: it doesn't cost a bomb at all. You're probably just a pussy who feels like he has to get 1st class flights and stay in hotels everywhere.
With a mixture of cheap flights, public transport, hitchhiking, couchsurfing and working along the way, you can go anywhere you want for dirt cheap.
Shit, I've even heard tales of people who have hitchhiked across the world without using any money on their way.
You sir, just choose to stay where you are, and complain about everything; not having the balls to do what you want. You are a grade A pussy.
As much as it pains me to admit it, this man is right. I'm just a pussy and so is the guy he's quoting.