Have you ever tried planning your birthday months ahead? like 9 fucking months ahead to be exact. I mean who doesn’t want a happy birthday anyway? And you had this idea in your head circling for the longest time. So you think and you start your imagination, running 250 miles/hr. You’re unstoppable. Until you become aware of what you truly desire.
Happy Birthday 🙂 not 🙁
Last November 2014, I asked my self, “WHAT DO YOU WANNA DO FOR THE FIRST TIME?”. I told myself I really wanna try traveling solo. It scares the hell out of me but I really wanna try. I thought, why not travel on my birthday next year? I think I have every right to take a full week vacation leave.
The planning began, spent long hours of surfing the web, reading travel forums, scanning numerous blogs and websites, searching for efficient routes to maximize the time and familiarizing the place. I booked flights in advance and draft a full week itinerary for my grandest 23rd Birthday.
July came, a pang of pain grew inside me. It just hits you. The naked reality just slaps you in the face, hard. And it echoes, prolonging the torture for the next 16 days. I can no longer financially support my supposed gift for myself. The looong months of preparation and excitement were wasted. I am deeply disappointed and ashamed of myself. :'(
Read what happened on my actual birthday here.