Or, What Dreams May Come
Acc to one famous person, “A fly cant bird, but a bird can fly”
Alas, the fly in me refuses to let be added wings to soar the skies. Why? Let me count the ways…cause I’m too comfy being in my shell, I’m happy being stagnant in my routine, complaining, grumbling more often than not, still staying fixedly cause playing Ace Ventura just doesnt fit into my scheme of plans anymore.
No wonder I’m fascinated by people who travel the globe, leave everything at the drop of the hat, visit exotic places and narrate their experiences to a drooling me. I listen to their adventures and like to imagine the face of my boss when I tell him, I’ll headed for a one way trip, please grant me two months of paid leave!
No wonder a fly cant bird after all… but just for once, birding myself would be a dream I’d like to wake up to.
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