I adore freedom.
Last night, I shared a video from one of my favorite podcasters on Instagram.
It's about a girl who has travelled around the world for years, and her life has been my dream for a long time.
I just hid the post because I'm afraid of hurting my husband's feeling.
Sometime I blamed him for my unhappiness of being trapped in this small place, however, this is all my choice. None of this is his fault.
I chose him and I chose this life.
I chose a career that has no freedom physically-working at regular time, doing regular job and meeting regular people.
I chose to have a family with him, having two wonderful kids.
I should be grateful and happy.
But I am not.
I'm losing the opportunity to be a traveler since I'm getting older and I have my own duty.
I'm not physically free; I should find a way to feel free spiritually.
My life is in my hands.
I love my family no matter what.
To travel is to find a way home.
They are my home.
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