A Dream Life In London.

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Initially, I was supposed to be writing this post back in September after our little London trip last August, which truly left an immense imprint in my soul. I must testify that I have so many travel posts on my mind which I haven't reflected upon yet, but will do so soon. 


I'm writing this because we all have our dreams to experience life elsewhere. Not because we don't love our hometowns, but because this world is so beautiful and worth exploration and discovery. Limiting our experience to one place only limits our capacity to experience life-changing moments, out in different terrains. It all comes down to thinking big and believing you are worthy of seeing different places and even falling in love with one of them enough to call it the home of your heart. Dreaming of experiencing life elsewhere is but a way to make your life richer, more meaningful and worth living.



Personally, a few years ago, I wouldn't have dreamed of living elsewhere. Of course, my mind was always somewhere near a meadow, my heart occupied by a tiny home out in the fields, surrounded by a simple garden filled with flowers and fruit trees. Yet, I never considered it real enough and declared it a fantasy, but things have changed. Life taught me that dreams find their way to reality if fueled with authentic faith and now, everything seems very possible.


The home of my heart is currently London, and no matter how hard I try, I won't be able to explain it. I'm just bewitched by it, as inscrutable as it sounds.

I just love how expansive the city is. There are endless places to go to; the vast, quietly mystical parks, stately buildings coloured in a creamy shade of white, the tree-filled streets and people spreading positive vibes everywhere you go. The experience itself of walking in the street, witnessing the weather change from second to second is phenomenal. The quite confusing tube rides and switched directions makes life there suite different. I just love it that way.



In London, life is modern, up-to-date and society-oriented. You can instantly feel the imprint of its people wherever you step. I felt a strong sense of opinion and conviction and a homogenised citizenship. People of all nationalities talk in their own languages and wear whatever they like. There's no room for judgement because simply, you are free to live on your own terms in London.



It's quite busy, but there are some dear still and silent neighborhoods, painted in pastel colours and surrounded by cobblestone streets. I loved walking, discovering the dainty shops and watching art take shape in every corner. I loved the rain. I reveled in the sudden bursts of sunshine through the clouds. I simply enjoyed existing there.



And perhaps, the most beautiful part of it all is how near art is to everyone. The galleries and museums are simply celebrations of human expression. I just imagined myself visiting the national gallery on a Sunday morning, just to assimilate how starkly expressive and imaginative humanity is by one look through a painting. I picture myself sitting near the fountains in the many circuses with a notebook, writing poetry describing the complexities of human existence, entwined by nature's divine presence.



My heart somehow finds itself there in the coming phases of my life. Every single time I look up in the sky and find an airplane, I just see myself heading there. I see myself leaving everything behind and risking it for the sake of opportunity, growth and learning. I want to learn how to be human there. I want to understand what it's like to have duties and receive our rights. I want to live the experience of being fulfilled and whole in a place so far away, just to magnetise my soul towards value in being of service, towards the notion of learning to give more fearlessly. 


I just feel like London will be my home one day. I don't know when nor how. But I've taken steps already to get me there and I'll just trust my intuition on this. Whether I succeed or fail, the wisdom gained should be incomparable and nevertheless treasured.


I hope you choose to visualise your future somewhere your heart just feels at home. There is no limit to human endeavor and you're allowed to take your space. You're allowed to think and dream big as well as believe in yourself enough to know that you're going to make it, wherever you are. We need to step outside of our comfort zones, take strides towards what feels right, even if it is not well-defined. Just trust your instinct and choice to do something different for the greater good.

I hope you choose to trust the homes of your hearts. If not you, then who will make the choice for you? 

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