Blue
What are we chasing?
A ticket to an amusement park, perhaps. An opportunity to gain access not to be handed a chance, but to create one for ourselves. An opportunity to build a life worth living. A possibility.
Existence begins with a lifelong race for a single ticket, the one we believe will make our dreams come true, allow us to shine, to rise, and to reach the ambitions that define our own idea of luxury. But because no two colors are ever truly alike, no two dreams are either. The very same ticket grants access to countless different ways of living, each shaped by our own unique longings.
Perhaps that ticket is a little overhyped, as though it were the only path forward. Yet there are as many paths as there are shades of blue. Being able to see only a range of colors makes us forget the vast light spectrum that stretches beyond our vision. Colors continue to exist outside what our eyes can perceive; not seeing them does not mean they are not there.
A person exists as long as they dream. The world is vast enough for every dream we dare to imagine. Giving up on our dreams is, in many ways, giving up on ourselves. Whether it is this ticket or another, as long as we choose to join the race, we keep alive the very heartbeat of possibility far greater than the one destination we once believed awaited us.
What kind of visitors are we?
The once unreachable journey has finally come to an end. The last drop has fallen, and the rainy season has ended, opening the doors to another season. Spring is in the air. Flowers are blooming. There is more greenery. The sunlight warms our once-cold souls… but not everyone’s.
We had enough bravery to chase the ticket, but perhaps not enough to live it, not enough to cross the doors that have finally opened before us. The end of the rainy season marks a new beginning for some, while taking others back to square one, shaking the very foundations they spent years building.
If there is one thing about life, it is that it goes on. The journey, once started, never stops. Whether we are ready or not, the gates remain open.
As I found myself standing before a messy dashboard, unfinished drafts waiting to be continued, new folders waiting to be filled, old files long forgotten, folders with no storage left, I realized we stand before life in much the same way. Some of us are excited, eager to experience everything the park has to offer. Others are weary, like old highlighters whose ink has long dried. Others remain hesitant, still carrying yesterday’s fears, still imprisoned by what happened before.
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Time is up. The journey begins. The vast amusement park stands before us, ready to welcome us all whether we are ready or not.
Now what?
Now, the pencil is in our hands. We are the ones writing our own story.
The same ticket, different choices.
A roller coaster, a carousel, a pirate ship, or perhaps the free-fall ride a choice only the bold would dare to make. The paths branch in every direction, and every experience paints itself in a different color.
Some are bold enough to take risks, to try new things, to live every moment to its fullest. Others choose to play it safe. The usual. Not much to tell, perhaps, but better safe than sorry their words, not mine.
Some stumble and fall, spending everything they have trying to heal from the pain. Many others love the atmosphere but choose to experience the park through someone else’s joy, as though living had become nothing more than watching.
The possibilities are infinite.
But life has a habit of moving on. Before we even realize it, the day comes to an end, and the once endless journey is finally over. Yet what never stops is our constantly changing self, forever discovering new versions of who we are from loving to hating, from fearing to daring, from losing to finding ourselves again.
A new day begins, but you are no longer the same person who first walked through those gates. You carry a heavier suitcase, one filled with memories, lessons, victories, regrets, and among them, the amusement park remains one of the brightest souvenirs.
And if you found the courage to walk through all of this, perhaps you will find the courage to begin another journey.
Maybe this time… to the beach.
Or maybe not.
