A beautiful daydream

I sat in the car, on Sunday afternoon, on the backseat, as we drove down from Sandra's back to Orla's. I knew the weekend was coming to an end so the pressure was starting to fall. I was tired but didn't fall asleep. Instead, I ended up having the best daydream ever.

My head was doing the work and it was fun. My body was relaxed and knew it could stay that way, for at least the next 24-hours. What a nice thought.
I didn't force the daydream, it just happened. Over the weekend I had done a lot talking to Trish and Ed about Australia, about the lifestyle and about how much I loved it out there. Driving down, I was so relaxed and enjoying the humming sound of the car, that all this talk, caused me to have visions of how I want my life to be.

I could see myself, my laptop and my backpack filled with my essentials. My backpack, my laptop and myself, being my all (and preferably a few euro's in the bank). That's all I'd need and want. All the other possessions I'd have, would either be thrown out, or stored all in one place. That's where they'd stay until I'd decide when and where I might like to settle, in the very distant future. But not until then, my life would be me, myself and I. Experiencing. Either working hard or playing hard. Doing both for a longer amount of time, wouldn't be good for me, so I'd avoid that as much as possible. Earning some money and meeting people from all over the world and having great experiences followed by a time-out to write, to be alone or isolated for a some days or weeks at a time. In an ideal world, I'd be washing myself in a river and hunting for kangaroo's to throw on the barbie. But that's taking it to a whole different level.
The daydream still continues..

I wouldn't have any stress. I wouldn't need to worry about Anna. I'd eat anything and feel happy about doing so. My laptop would process everything I'm experiencing and writing would become more and more important. I'd get better and better at it too. I'd be able to sit out in the evening, watching the sunset, after writing for 8 hours at a time and not feel exhausted. I wouldn't have to take a time-out, because I'd have enough energy to still feel on top of the world, even whilst being isolated for weeks with maybe just one or two people in my surroundings. The climate wouldn't matter. If it were 30 degrees or 10 degrees..it wouldn't make a difference, because I wouldn't be cold anymore. I wouldn't need 2 or 3 pairs of socks to keep my toes from turning blue. My food would be healthy and weight would too, so I'd be producing enough body-heat. After 8 or 10 hours of peace and typing, I'd have beer and chat to whoever is in my company. It wouldn't matter who it was, because I'd have already met so many great people who I'd class as true friends, who are out of sight but remain in my mind and in my heart, and of whom I hope to meet again and if not, be eased by the knowledge that by meeting these people, our lives had changed for the better. No matter how small or big the influence we had on each other, justing knowing that those people are out there who, in turn, know I'm out there is all I would really need..

In the mind, everything is possible. The imagination can let us travel, to wherever it is we want to be. That place can look and feel just how we want it to. There are no boundaries and there's nobody telling us it's right or wrong or that it should look this way or that way. Whatever we think and create is our own world. They can be images that we will never forget. A place in our mind, that we know does exist and somewhere out there. Our mind hold these images. If we get it see it or not in real life, that's not the issue. Or if we get to feel how we felt in our daydream, that's not the issue either. Because we can see it and feel it, whenever we want and wherever we are. It's unique and there's nobody on this planet who has been there before because it's our own creation. We can try explain it to others and we can try describe it as best we can, but nobody can truly experience that place as the creator itself.

Seeing the life you want is so valuable. Because it shows that you can think outside the box. It shows that you know there's so much more to life as we know it. A lifestyle that seems too good to be true or that's only to be experienced by the people have wealth and status or that should only remain a dream or that should be classed a "not being real" would never exist if everyone thought this way. An attitude like this, is what causes people to settle for what society expects of them and to settle for second best. But why would someone settle something less than they have always dreamed of? Why would someone settle for something less than they know they can have if they give their all?

What the mind believes, the body can achieve. What the mind sees, can be made real. The visions and images have come from somewhere. Our minds have been influenced and have chosen to hold on to these images. Other people can be living their own nightmare but can be living someone else's dream.. If someone is living my dream then surely this means that dreams can be made real.

I've learned the power of the mind and have experienced, first-hand, the whatever the mind believes the body will achieve. I believed I was to stay 35 kilo's. I truly wanted and believed that's how I was meant to be, and I wanted it for the rest of my life. I made it happen and for a while, my mind went beyond my own beliefs..when I weighed 31 kilo's. If I truly believe that I want and can have my dream lifestyle, then surely I can make it happen? If all I want it is to travel and to write and carry the people who are important to me close to my heart, then can't I do this?
Surely I can make my daydream become real..no matter how long it takes for me to get there..? I can only hope and I can only continue to dream.. Not until I'm physically able to hop, rock, write and wrap myself around the world, I'll continue to dream about doing so..