When you lie in bed and close your eyes what do you see?
I personally believe that in these moments your purest self is speaking to you. The self you sometimes ignore, the one that dreams “too big”.
We all have that dream that we replay in our minds, that we wish we could make happen, but it’s never the right time or the right circumstance.
A few months ago, while trying to decide what would be next for me, I decided that my dream would be.
So I booked a flight and here I am. In Paris.
I have no real plans, and I’ll only be here for three weeks. Nonetheless, these three weeks are three weeks that I’ve proclaimed to be mine. To do exactly as I please, selfishly and beautifully.
There’s no perfect time or period for you to live your dreams aside from this given moment. Because even in the smallest fraction, it is still an opportunity to fully live.
So now when I open my eyes, what do I see?
I see Paris.
There is never any ending to Paris and the memory of each person who has lived in it differs from that of any other. We always returned to it no matter who we were or how it was changed or with what difficulties, or ease, it could be reached. Paris was always worth it and you received return for whatever you brought to it. But this is how Paris was in the early days when we were very poor and very happy. – Ernest Hemingway